BOOTS MY PRECIOUS SWEET BOY. YOU WERE TWO YEARS OLD WHEN YOU WENT TO RAINBOW BRIDGE IN HEAVEN. I STILL GRIEVE OVER YOU LOSS, LIKE YOUR BROTHER SMOKEY. BOTH YOU AND MY SMOKEY WERE IN PAIN, YOU BOTH WENT A HARD AND CRUEL WAY. IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY YOU DIED, BUT ITS BEEN A YEAR. MY PRECIOUS SWEET BOY BOOTS, I KNOW YOUR OKAY THOUGH IN GODS HANDS AND AREN’T IN PAIN NO MORE. AND ARE PLAYING LIKE YOU USED TO, BEFORE YOU WENT TO HEAVEN. I LOVE AND MISS YOU ALWAYS.
REST IN PEACE MY PRECIOUS SWEET BOY
| DEBRA PRZYBYNSKI |