You were the best shovel a boy could ask for. You have been with me, digging holes, killing snakes, and performing the occasional duty of a man sized bug swatter since I was seven years old. I thought I had lost you last year, but a little welding where your spade split and you were able to hold on bit longer. Your loss at the moment you left me was unexpected, but I knew you were on borrowed time. RIP friend.
P.S. Do you burry a shovel when it dies?
P.S.S. Does anyone have a shovel I can borrow?
P.S. Do you burry a shovel when it dies?
P.S.S. Does anyone have a shovel I can borrow?