My mother put down the phone in tears. It was the vet who had called to tell us how the surgery went with my dog Louie. She started to cry and held me in her arms. I started to scream and yell “No,no,no he’s gone no!” I ran into my room in tears. My mother came in and we cried together because we knew we had just lost one of our lives’ most valued treasures; our beloved dog Louie. Louie died of cancer at the age of 13 in the summer of 2000. He was healthy his entire life and was playing a few days before he died. We all loved Louie with all our hearts. He was a great dog and my family and I were blessed to be able to spend many fine years with this priceless treasure. My mother tried to comfort me from my tears. I just could not believe he was gone. I kept telling myself he wasn’t dead. A few days later we went to a pet cemetery in Praireville La. to bury him. We have spent many months grieving over our Louie and this horrible loss. The truth is he is not dead. He is very much alive in our thoughts dreams memories and our hearts. I loved Louie with all my heart and I always will. Even though he is buried in that cemetery the truth is he is really buried in my heart and he will be for all eternity.
Lyle