Roscoe,
My dear love!!! I will miss you so much and feel so bad that you came down with cancer. I didn’t want you to suffer so let you go to heaven when you started to slow down. I hope you understand. You are the only pet I have ever had that was not a stray. Remember how little you were when i got you? My sweet baby Roscoe, I love you so much honey.
I will see you soon.
Love,
mama
My dear Love,
| Roscoe |
| 5, Aug 2004 |
| Wendy Byrd |