You were the most perfect little black ball of fur that we had ever seen. When you started licking our toes at the breeder’s house we knew we had to have you! From the time we got you in the car I knew you would be trouble (hence the name Dudley, after Dudley Dursley from Harry Potter).
You were so easy to teach, and so well mannered we should have know that a higher power would take interest in you so quickly. You could shake hands better than most people we knew, and sit like nobody’s business.
Things just haven’t been the same since you left us. We know you’re in a better place, but we all feel guilty about putting you to sleep. We just didn’t want you to suffer with the pain of the cancer that you had. It’s been almost 3 years, but mom still isn’t quite over you. I really don’t think she ever will be. Losing you was very, very hard for her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her quite so upset.
I hope you’re not causing too much trouble up there… herding all the cats you can find. We still love you more than anything, and think you were the top dog.
|20, Feb 2005|