Arby Fritz, about 18 years of age, of Le Claire, Iowa, beloved pet of American Picker, Frank Fritz from Antique Archaeology.
Arby was named after Arby’s Feed in Marshall town Illionois, His human daddy, Frank got him on a pick in 2001. Frank picked him out of about 45 cats.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF ARBY,
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when my life is done.
Arby was named after Arby’s Feed in Marshall town Illionois, His human daddy, Frank got him on a pick in 2001. Frank picked him out of about 45 cats.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF ARBY,
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when my life is done.
Arby Fritz, about 18 years of age, of Le Claire, Iowa, beloved pet of American Picker, Frank Fritz from Antique Archaeology.
Arby was named after Arby’s Feed in Marshall town Illionois, His human daddy, Frank got him on a pick in 2001. Frank picked him out of about 45 cats.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF ARBY,
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when my life is done.
Arby was named after Arby’s Feed in Marshall town Illionois, His human daddy, Frank got him on a pick in 2001. Frank picked him out of about 45 cats.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF ARBY,
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when my life is done.
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