I don’t know how things were when we first got him because we got him when I was born. But I do know how things went when he was living. Bandit used to be a cheerful kind of dog that bounced off the walls here and there. Bandit was three years old when we got him. I am turning 14 soon. So Bandit was 17 years old. He lived a good life.
For the past few years, Bandit has been suffering. We were scared to death to have him put down to sleep, because he’s been with us for sooo long. The other day, the night of my sister’s graduation, we all sat as we watched him take his last breath. We all cried in sadness but laughed at the fun times we’ve had. We will always remember him! And I hope he is as good as he was when he lived with us, in heaven.
Love,
| Bandit |
| Rebecca |