You always tried to live up to your name. Right from the start, you were a free spirit, never wanting to stop until you dropped. You and your sister were always trying to outdo each other with your outrageous antics.
You raced through the house like the devil was after you and it was only you and Cuddles trying to catch each other. The two of you loved to fight, and it was always fun to see who would race off first. When we moved, you seemed to enjoy the house at first, then Spike took over your room and you were left out.
When you first started to get sick, I thought it was just depression, cause so much had changed in the two months that we had lived in the house. You acted like a spoiled child that hadn’t gotten her own way, and you were punishing me by staying in Phil’s room, and ignoring me. I didn’t know you were really sick, until it was too late. If I could do it over again, I would in a heartbeat. You mean so much to me and I miss you. The spoiled child act was a favorite of yours, one I saw frequently in the four years we shared.