Rosie you were so precious, still a baby just
three years old when you went to sleep.
I had no choice but to free you from your anguish.
Now you chase mice and romp and play as you
did before you became ill. Your coat is bright and soft again.
Those big eyes look down at me from your picture.
I love you.
Oh how I miss you sweetheart!
Sleep Tight My Precious Girl
| Sandra Holden |