Little did I know seven years ago when I chose you from the litter Poochie how much you would come to mean to me. Never have I received such love and devotion from anyone or anything. My heart is broken and Momma’s tears continue to flow for my loss of you. I awake during the night feeling for your warmth next to me but you are no longer with me. I miss you jumping on the bed to wake me in the morning, growling at Daddy, hiding your candy and biscuits in the bed. You was hurt so bad the vet said, to have you in pain we could not take. Daddy made your grave in a beautiful spot where I can look out the window and see it, the angel at the head wears your dogtag. I will always remember you!
| Poochie |
| 2, Apr 2005 |
| Ethel Wilkinson |