Dear Lucile:

Of course I'm wondering how you are, but I know I'll hear soon. I do hope you are all right.

Night before last Yo-Yo went to see Nanny. She died in her sleep and is buried under the yellow rose-bush in the backyard. For some weeks she had been fighting nephritis and "a heart condition" — too much for a little dog of her age — bless her! She is wrapped in a flannel shirt of mine, and is lying on her nice soft pillow.

I do wish it could be true that Yo-Yo will find Nanny, who loved her. Can you see the picture? Surely it's not more wonderful than our common experiences in this world!

What bouncing and arfing among the asphodels!!

I've meant to ask if you have my talk at the unveiling. Please tell me. And please tell me, in a general way, about Alice's letter.

Yo-Yo did her duty conscientiously up to the evening of her death. You may know that she had the indoor barking contract here. I don't know what I'll do without her. When someone is coming in the afternoon and I want to snooze a half hour after lunch, who will keep watch & waken me at the right time?

(Don't tell Perky. It's better that she should go on feeling immortal!)

Love for the Hous ​ of Happiness and you

John
John Neihardt Rt 7 Columbia, Mo.
COLUMBIA, MO. JAN 6 6-PM 1962
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Dr. Lucile Aly 1138 22nd Ave., East, Eugene, Oregon.