Cilla came into my life when I was 8 years old.. she died when I was 16. When she died she’d been here for half of my life. Cilla was a Mastiff dog and had the biggest heart. We got her for a watch dog to protect our family and she did. I was very scared when I was younger so Cilla would always come and sleep on my bed.. even though she’d take up most of it.. hahaha! But I felt safe.
I used to do so much with her and I miss her so much. But late 2001 Cilla started to get sick and stopped eating.. She lost heeps of weight and had a big tuma. On January 16th 2002 about 8:55 pm Cilla died in my arms. I was so sad!
No one really understands.. They just think oh it’s a dog but I can say that I was closer to Cilla than anyone else in the WORLD! At least now I know she’s happy up there and I’ll see her again someday!
To Cilla I WILL ALWAYS LOVE.. WHATEVER HAPPENS AND YOUR MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER AND EVER!