My son Bartzy loved the Little Lost Lamb. He was my own little lost lamb, kicking up his heels and wandering off. I promised him I would follow him even to Hell if necessary to find him again. Fortunately, I never had to go that far. He was safe in the arms of the Good Shepherd all along.
Today I received in the mail a replacement copy of The Little Lost Lamb, which went missing after my move. How wonderful is that, to receive the book on the anniversary of the day that our Little Lost Lamb transitioned from the physical world into the spiritual world. We love you, Bartzy, our Little Lost Lamb who was Found!
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