Oh Bubba, how heavy is my heart that you are no longer physically here. I miss you so very much. How quiet it seems here without you. How I long to get out of bed, and have to step over you, or see you come running when I open the garage, or hear you bark when the fire engine goes by. You always were so stubborn with a mind of your own, so just this one time, do as I ask, and wait right there with Teller until we come for you. With such sadness,
Living in our hearts,
| Bubba |
| 13, Oct 2002 |
| Karen and Rick Jordan |