My dog was my son not a pet; he died at home at age 14; he was always my Golden Toby and always will be. He is now with friends and family playing in heaven’s grass waiting for me to come to him and play with him but he has to wait. But he left a big space that can’t be filled; they say he always came to me when I am home or talks to me when I called home or when he smiled at me. He died where he was loved most at home now he is healthy and warm playing and running around, but I still miss him and always will love you always and forever Toby.
Love you always Toby,
| Golden Toby |
| 10, Aug 2012 |
| James Gary |