“Go home, Albert!” Our neighbors would say on his many escapades and escapes from the yard. Hard as Steve tried we couldn’t contain him. But sure enough if our neighbors said “Go home, Albert” he would tuck his tail and bow his head and turn around and head back. Today we bow our heads and thank our God for the gift Albert has been. He made our house a home, waiting and welcoming us home with those sad eyes and sweet love.

Lord, welcome him home. Albert Van Carlson, 815 Young Ave can not contain you as much as our hearts long too. Go home, Albert. Go home.