I had another before Sally named Ritchie, who got kidnapped by some pricks on the road near our house when I was pretty young. Never saw him again, and always wanted to find the cunts responsible for that and beat the shit out of them. As for Sally, well, I wasn't even there for her when she passed. She died in her bed while I was out at college(one that actually gave a shit about teaching you stuff) and had to be informed by my mother as I came back. We ended up burying her in the field. Wish I'd taken that day off in retrospect, since it was a slow day there, and I could've been there for her final moments in hindsight. :wow