Hi … I’m Mikeal. My Mom isn’t writing this. It still hurts too much. So her Mom (My Grandma … she pretends she doesn’t like to be called that.) is writing this.
I’m a very special little boy. Not everyone knew that and that’s how I ended up at the Humane Society. Nobody knows where I came from or even how I got there. It’s been so long
I don’t remember either.
One day a lady and her daughter came in. They were there to see a puppy that the daughter looked at the day before. Lucky for me I caught her eye. It was love for both of us. She thought I was so special she gave me
a special name. “Mikeal”
They took me home and I met Baby and Grandpa. (Baby was waiting for me here at the Rainbow Bridge.) I loved them too. And, they loved me. (I did drive baby crazy,
I just loved her ears.)
Dawn quickly became Mommy and she loved me everyday. She was with me at the end and I am grateful. Baby and I are waiting for Mom and Grandma.
If you see my Mom tell her I love her. She knows, but it’s always nice to hear.
I Love You, Mommy.
| Mikeal |
| 3, November 2006 |
| Dawn |