Even as a small child, I couldn’t believe that someone could be so cruel as to try to starve you to death. When you came to us, you were so full of life and excitement, despite your diminished size, and you became the star of our show. You helped Sox get another five years out of life; you played with us; you were our guard dog and our companion. You were brave, loving and loyal. You kept us out of trouble and
you got us in to trouble.
Do you remember the tree in the backyard that you and Stephie ran smack into while running through the sheets? Do you remember trying to jump into the bed of the truck, but jumping onto the hood instead? You were our dog and no matter what bad things happened, you never faltered.
When I was small, you were THE dog, you were my dog. I still have and cherish the picture of you and Stephie and I taken at Grandpa and Grandma’s house soon after we got you. As I became a teenager, you took a backseat. You were still my dog, but you weren’t at the centre of my world anymore.
I regret that to this day.
It was those last few years that you needed me and that I should have been there for you and I am sorry. I was 18 when I woke up that morning and, getting ready to go to work, Mom told me that she was putting you to sleep that day. I couldn’t believe that they were going to kill you when, in my eyes, you still had so much life. I went to work and I cried like a baby the entire day. I couldn’t forgive Mom for doing that to you for a long time and I am still not sure that it was what you needed.
I hope that, somewhere in that big heart of yours, you can forgive me for not taking the care with you that you had taken with me for so many years. I hope you have been happy with all of those other dogs and cats to play with and
thank you for being my dog.
Love Always,
Sis
| Curly |
| 15, Aug 1998 |
| Donna, Tiresa, Stephanie & Glen |