Wrigley came into my life at the tender age of twelve weeks. He was a playful puppy, trusted companion,
and guard dog.
He was as near perfect as a dog could be, his only ‘fault’ being that he liked to bark…at everything. We joked about changing the street name to Wrigley’s Way as he alerted us every time
someone walked by, drove by, etc.
As beautiful as he was loyal, he had the most beautiful eyes of any dog. I know he died with those beautiful eyes open as he knew his mom needed to look into those beautiful eyes one last time. Rest in peace my precious pup. You’ll forever be in my heart.
ps You would be proud of your lil sister. Gracie is doing a wonderful job taking care of your family especially
those first few days after we lost you.
Love always,
| Wrigley |
| Barb Brandon |