You were the dog of my childhood. Actually, you were the family dog but seemed to have bonded with me. We got you was I was about 12 years old.
You were the nicest dog. I could dress you up, play tug of war, cuddle and watch TV, whatever; you were just glad to be with me as I was to be with you. You were more like a little brother instead of a dog.
Throughout my teen years you were there for me. Sometimes I felt like you were the only friend I had. You sat quietly and listened to all my problems and gave me kisses and cuddled when you seemed to think I needed that. You knew all my dreams and wishes and you kept all my secrets; I couldn’t have asked for a truer friend.
Even after I got married and moved away from home, you were the first one to greet me when I came to visit. We always had to have our private time together too–usually going for a walk. You were a part of the family for 16 years and are responsible for giving me my love of animals. Because of you I vowed I would always have a dog in my life and as things have turned out, I’ve done animal rescue of both dogs and cats for most of my adult life. The bond we had and the love we shared has made me a better person and I am grateful to you for instilling that in me. When old age finally took it’s toll on you, it was time to let you go. It was a terrible heartbreak for me–I’d lost my dearest friend. I miss you and think of you often.
Thank you dear friend, companion and confidante for sharing your life with me. I know I will see you at the Bridge where you are eagerly waiting as always.
FOREVER IN MY HEART AND THOUGHTS,
| Fluffy |
| 17, Apr 1978 |
| Helen Malinauskas |