Author: Bob

Little Merle,

I loved you so. I only met you last fall when I helped with your adoption. You weren’t mine but I was privileged to take care of you when you were hurt.
I enjoyed your quiet way and gentle peeps.
When you were away from me you were attacked and taken away for good.
I miss you, little boy.
I hope you know how much I loved having you with me and how much I miss you now.