Herbie, you were my sweet “little boy.”
I wish I knew why you got sick and stopped eating.
I tried to help you get better.
It hurt to let you go, but it hurt more to watch you suffer.
I’ll always remember you laying on top of me in the morning and licking my ear or when you laid on my lap and your sweet disposition and playfull manner.
You left paw prints on my heart.
Good Bye Sweetheart.