Penny Caranci Sloane 12/11/87 – 2/10/94
On a cold day in February, 1988 I found you. On a cold day in February 2004, I lost you. You were my baby, my little girl. All along the way you brought me so much joy and happiness. You eased my sorrows and uplifted me more than anyone could ever know, a dog is a woman’s best friend you know.
During the early years you were so full of energy and spunk. You came everywhere with me. I’m sorry, sometimes I had to leave you for short times during the day. But you were in good hands with Mikey and Mom and Grandma and Roland. They spoiled you, gave you lots of good stuff to eat. You and Mikey got along most days and I know you missed him
when he passed.
You loved your “puppy dog” and loved eating chicken. You followed me from room to room, loved when I held you. You could sit for hours and let me hold you. You took long rides in the car and you would bark at the drive thru window. Those big brown eyes and that lip that used to sneak behind your front tooth. You were the cutest thing I ever saw.
Unfortunately we spoiled you so much that you would leave your dog food in the bowl for days. I kept changing it putting in new, fresh food, but you turned your nose on it. I think you knew that if you left it, I would end up giving you something you’d prefer to eat.
My friends would laugh when I told them I’d leave the TV on for you when I went out on a Friday night. I wanted you to have company. They also laughed when I told them I dropped you off to doggy daycare at my mom’s every day so you would not be alone. I hated the thought of you being alone. Thinking back, I hope I gave you the best you deserved. I loved you, you were part of my family, my best friend. No dog could have been loved more than I loved you, from the very day I took you home.
You were special to me, more special than any one probably realizes. When you turned 14 you started to slow down. I was glad I still had you then. Now, looking back, I feel I should have been there more for you, but I did the best I could, Penny. I ran home at lunch to be with you most days. You were getting so tired
these last few years and I knew that.
When you had that little seizure in May 2000, I knew our time was limited. I dreaded this day and thought I would have had more time with you. I was not prepared from what has happened. I’d give anything to hold you again, once more. Thank you Penny, for 16 years and two months of unconditional love and affections.
I miss you dearly and wholeheartedly and
you will be in my heart forever.
All my love – Cheryl (mom)