Dago

Dago Died 1975 He has been gone a very long time but I always will remember our pet Nutria Dago. He loved Italian food—that’s why we called him Dago. My brother caught him when he was a baby in the swamps. We raised him to be family. Dago was so sweet and gentle a pet that he would run up and down the hallway playing with us. He would sleep with me at night. He was truly a very good pet. They are such misunderstood animals. I miss him every day. —NaNa