Ruff by Melissa Rowe / Moma

We didn’t have Ruff for long, six months, but he was in my heart. It was so tragic the way he died. He was poisned and died right in front of my eyes. To whoever poisoned him He wouldn’t hurt anybody and he couldn’t get out for one thing. You destroyed something that meant the world to me. He was so white and beautiful.

 

Ruff, I love You
Ruff
22, Jan 2002
Melissa Rowe