Gwenie was born a puppy mill dog; never knew her mom or dad. All she knew was filth till the Cleveland A.P.L. rescued her and took her back to Cleveland; she was only 5 weeks old when I adopted her; all her life she had bad dreams of her sad life, but I made her feel safe and what ever she wanted she got; as she got older she sleep a lot and stayed by my side. When it was her time to go, she came to me and layed on my chest and died. I will never forget you sweet Gwenie. Rest in peace Gwenie. Every time I see your face, it reminds me of the places we used to go. But all I got is a photograph and I realize
you’re not coming back anymore….
My Gwenie,
| Gwenie |
| Paul Kuss |