To my Missy,
You weren’t a pet to me, and I wasn’t your master or owner, you were my friend that God sent to me. You were here for 14 and 1/2 years which made you about 103 in people years, and you had alot more sense than many people I came across on a daily basis, you could of taught
them a thing or two.
We only had a year and a couple of months together just the two of us, even though we were homeless we had each other. And even though that man called my father was a jerk to you and me, he gave us a chance to be together, instead of my coming to visit you there, and having them tell me they hadn’t seen you in weeks, I never wanted for you to pass away in the woods somewhere, we were together when you passed or should I say put to sleep, which I regret, I wish I could have one more day with you.
You needed to be active even at your age, and you would still of been puppy like if I hadn’t had you in a car most of the day, more than most, you were older but I know that you would still be here if I weren’t a failure in life. I wish I could of taken you to the beach so that we could of walked and watched the water and just dream of a better tomorrow, and seen your cute puppy prints in the sand.
Love You Always,
| Missy |
| 29, Dec 2005 |
| Barbara |