Wilma was a small, black spotted dog. She had the most energy in the world! She loved running around at the city dog park, playing with her toys, and living her short life to the fullest. Her small size was so cute. She could run up to 90 miles an hour. She lived, without rest, she was a dog, born to run! It was why she was born. The greatest memories ever made, was with her. I’ll never forget when we used to wrestle in the blankets. And Trick-or-Treat will never be the same. You were more than our dog, you were apart of our family. We loved you so much. And still do. On a warm afternoon, on October 10, 2006, I was walking home from school, and came home, I seen you jumping, and chasing a bug on the ground, you looked so happy. I waited behind the small camper that was parked in our drive way. Laughing at what you were doing.

I jumped out and you waged your tail, so fast I thought it was gonna come off! I said “Hi Wilma” and took you off your chain. Still wiggling around, I put you on the kitchen floor and shut the door. There was Grandma waiting for us. Asking what i got from Trick-or-Treat the day before, I went into my room to get it for her. Wilma ran to the living room and sat on the couch, looking at you. Grandma told me she was going to get a Halloween gift for me. You followed her out the door, Wilma.

When I saw you run out I ran out to chase you around like we always did. Sadly, that didn’t happen this time. You were running without looking back. Into the street, I saw a small White car coming, then the car passed. I was searching for where you ran to. But, you weren’t running on the road anymore. That was a day, that I will never forget. Not a day goes by I don’t think about you. I love you, Wilma.