Mouse,
A small mousy gray puppy caught my eye and stole my heart. You were there through all the years and suffered the growing pains of the children. They fondly called you “little brother” and wept when you crossed the Rainbow Bridge. We know that for you the fields are always green now and the food fit for a king (you always were one to us). I can see you lying on a bed of thick rich fluffy pillows and know that you are happy and pain free. We miss you friend but will see you when our time here is done.