My Mendy came to live with me when my daughter (her loving owner) died in an auto accident. We grieved together. I do not think I could have made it without her. We were always together, always, for eight short years. Now, my heart is broken forever. No one knows how I loved her. I seem to hurt more now than eight years ago. I have lost them both. This is more than I can bear. Oh, my darlings…
Forever,
| Lynda Mendenhall |