by Allie Barley
Toby was given to me by my greatgrandfather of my mothers side. I love him. He was also my frist pet. I was two when i got him. I cloudn't so poppy (greatgrandfater) help me ride. On Dec. 17, 1994 My family raced out to poppy's ranch. Toby had broken out of the fence. He ran across the rode and got hit by a gasoline truck. My mother saids we buryed him on the ranch, but i don't remember. I'am now 10 and sort of over it. Even though what had said i believe that he made it across the rode. Two years later both of my greatgrand parents died and the farm was sold. I hope Toby is having a good time were ever he is.