PRETTY LADY I REMEMBER THE DAY YOU DIED, THAT DAY YOU WERE OKAY, BUT THEN WHEN I CAME IN FROM WORK THAT DAY YOU WERE GONE. YOU FOR SOME REASON GOT SICK THAT DAY, AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY. MY PRETTY LADY IT HURTS SO MUCH THOUGH FIRST I LOST SMOKEY, THEN BOOTS, THEN YOU. IT HURTS TO BE LOSING ALL MY BABIES.YOU WERE NOT EVEN A YEAR OLD WHEN YOU WENT TO SLEEP IN HEAVEN. MY PRETTY LADY I KNOW YOUR WELL TAKEN CARE OF IN GODS HANDS, TILL WE MEET AGAIN FOR ME TO START TAKING CARE OF YOU AGAIN.