Brandy,
You were never considered a dog to our family. You were a baby boo. I don’t think words could describe just how we feel about you. Your beautiful eyes made us smile, the touch of your fur made us feel safe, and those adorable black lips that we couldn’t kiss enough. Believe us when we say if we could have donated 10 years of our lives, we wouldn’t have hesitated.
But, now you are where the other babies are…running around in green grass, chasing bunnies and wood chucks, and eating all the “boo balls” you want. (Just not too much or else you will get a belly ache). It will be lonely without you in the house. After almost 16 years of hearing your little nails pitter patter on the tile, and hearing the silly noises you made when anyone came home…especially your mommy!
But now you will not be in any pain, you wont bang into walls trying to keep up with us, you wont fall into your water dish, you wont crack when you walk, you wont fall on the floor, no more bleeding, no more deafness or blindness….just love from god and the other animals with you. Give kisses to the Grandpas for us. They will take good care of you. Just please…if you have time out of your exciting, funfilled days, come see us! We love you baby boo and you are in our hearts and souls. Hugs and kisses….
We will always love you,
| Brandy |
| 8, May 2003 |
| John, Mae, Dina, Jack, and Lisa |