You were the best. Truly. From the time you first ran to me when Dad brought you home, you were my Emmadog. My baby girl. I loved you for 11 years, and probably will always love you until the day that I die.
You were best friends with all the boys, whether they were pulling your tail, riding you around the house and just using you as a pillow. You were a good watch dog and a faithful companion.
When you were diagnosed with cancer back in Febuary, we choose not to take any action. I will always wonder if we had
if you would still be here.
Even with the pain you must have felt,
you were still my Emmadog, never cranky,
never complaining, always there.
Now you are not, and I am having a very rough time
knowing that you are not coming back to us.
I am glad that I was there when you took your last breath,
not that it happened,
just that you didn’t have to go
through that alone.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
There will never be another like you.
I Love you