My precious G.T. was with me for 18 years. I called her G.T., short for “Gray Thing”. I held her in my arms as she died and seeing the light go from her eyes made the light go from my heart as well. She was my sweet baby, my loving companion, giving me so much love and joy
that words can’t express it all.
I know that God will give her love and affection in my place until we will be together again, and she will run to me and into my arms again. Every day memories of her flood me, everywhere I look she is there. My husband and I buried her in our yard, in the place she loved to sit and watch the birds and feel the sunshine on her face. We buried her with her favorite toys and one single red rose for love. Each day I sit on the bench near her and reflect on the endless love she gave me. My love for her will never end.