With his black hair and brown highlights he was a little bandit, always stealing everyone’s food even if we got mad 5 minutes we were laughing again. Those big brown eyes always gleaming with little stars when he looked at me. The little snorts when we would always say “Did you hear him? … he just said I LOVE YOU!!” Always following Me around, tap dancing across the kitchen floor.
(What entertainment was that at all the drunkin parties!)
Running out from the garage so that everyone would know that Bubbaloo had tabs on us and that he was protecting us from harm. Sticking his little head in the ground so that he could “try” and get those little moles that he heard OH SO OFTEN. always coming up with red clay just stuck on his little nose. Always going out on my cigarette breaks … Bandit was always there to be my smoking buddy (never did I let him smoke or even get it near him)
But he got sick last December of 2001, we got him to feel better or so we thought. He was takin away so suddenly, and yes all the Andrews’ ask GOD why the way that you did? … maybe we didn’t realize that he hurt as much as he did, and he ran away trying so hard to protect us from the sadness of him being gone. It was just the Bubs’ time
I know that you are still in this house following me around, barking when ever I get home. I see you and your a sweetie for protecting me. I hear your little toenails still, and Bubs skkkkkkuuuuuuaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! … I love you Bandit Bubbaloo, The Poopster, Frito Bandito, Bubba, da Bandit. I love you sweet heart. I will never forget you … and you still are more than ever my bestest friend. May god watch over you up in heaven. When I get there I promise I’ll give you all my food off my plate I do not finish, and
we can be the bestest friends forever.
I Love You Always,
| Bubbs |
| Meredith Andrews |