Memorial

Yesterday, a friend walked by my side,

filling me with love and a sense of pride.

We went everywhere together, he and I,

always turning a head,

always catching an eye.

The prize of prizes and a sight to see,

he was special to everyone,

but especially to me.

Now he's gone and the sun is set,

but yesterdays are days I will not soon forget.

The holidays are upon us and loved ones are here,

and although he is not, his spirit is near.

A time of happiness, a year coming to a close,

and what the future holds for me, no one knows.

So I stand to face the new year,

surrounded by love, and the friends I love dear.

I may still cry, but I'll never forget,

yesterdays are days I will not soon forget.

Greg Milton

Dan and Marilyn Milton's son Greg wrote this poem following the death of Bogart. Marilyn said, "We got the llamas after Greg left home to go to University. He was home periodically and helped out but I always thought he really didn't understand our feelings about the llamas. He wrote this poem on Christmas Eve when we were all feeling the loss of Bogart. He tried to read it to us as a gift on Christmas morning and couldn't get through it. Sometimes our children fool us. Greg identified with us and our love of the llamas more than we thought."

Bogart, a 1984 Chilean import, sired 83 offspring in three and a half years of breeding. He has proven prepotent to the great-grand level so far and while producing every characteristic desirable in a sound, marketable animal, he is most fondly remembered for passing on his incredibly gentle temperament.