“Not available for adoption, he bites.” But her finally crept up to me and licked my finger through the fence. I convinced the Human Society to let me adopt him. He had a leather collar that had grown into his neck, which then had to be surgically removed. I named him Emmet after the famous Irish patriot Robert Emmet. When he died, I took him back to Missouri and buried him under a plum tree on a hill. His marker says, “Theres one more star in the sky.” Thats the way I feel about him. He’s a little star in the sky.