MY NAME IS MARBLE. MY OWNERS (DAD & MOM) DROVE ALL THE WAY FROM PENNSYLVANIA TO VISIT HIS GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN IN COLUMBIA.

I ADOPTED DAD & MOM WHEN THEY WENT TO DAD'S FATHER'S FUNERAL. HE WAS VERY, VERY OLD AND THEY DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD COME TO HIS FUNERAL, BUT OVER 160 OTHER VERY, VERY OLD FOLKS CAME IN WHEELCHAIRS AND WITH WALKERS. THEY TOLD MY DAD THAT WHEN HIS DAD WAS A BUTCHER, HE MADE SURE THAT EVERYONE HAD ENOUGH MEAT FOR THEIR FAMILIES, EVEN WHEN THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY MONEY. THEY WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE TO HIM.

WHEN I HEARD ABOUT THAT, I FIGURED THAT A BUTCHER'S SON WOULD MAKE A VERY GOOD DAD FOR ME!!!