My dog was my rock at times. I had him since a month old. He was there. Thought I was gonna lose him once but kept him. He grew loved me. Was there for laughs, there for comfort, and endless puppy kisses. I had a tubal pregnancy; I was not handling it well. My hubby had to work; it was then he was my rock. Kisses on my face when I needed or just curl up with me. Unfortunately things changed. He changed… tumor. The only one that can get near was me. But he had to be dealt with and put down. I loved my guy. I cried for days, cried so much that night and when that collar came off at the pound, i knew all too well that was the last bit and what was coming next.
I love and miss you my friend,
| Manson |
| Jennifer Vernwald |