Tiny was 6 months old when he came to me. He was a wonderfully, curious dog. He never liked to see anyone hurt or cry and would run over to give that person doggie kisses. He did not like sleeping alone and could always be found cuddled in bed with somebody. On December 23rd Tiny ran out the door and across the street to be hit by a car. I carried my precious baby home and buried him among the flowers where he loved to run. Tiny I pray that you are in heaven running with your furry friends! You will be so greatly missed.
With All My Love,
| Dee |