I had a dog growing up named Bee-be. She was named after my mother’s dog that she had as a child. That dog was so tolerant of me as a child. We got her when I was in Kindergarden and she passed after I was already in College. She was always so much fun and was so smart.
As she got old she started to go senile and was not the same dog that I grew up with. My Parents had to put her down when she turned on my mom one day.
I still have a picture of her and remember many a night Bee-be protecting me from the dark. I just wanted to thank her for keeping me safe and hope there is someone keeping her safe in heaven now.
Goodnight Miss Nerd.
Tom