Nicholas was not a dog-he was my baby. I was not the owner-I was his mommy. Nick and I did everything together. Did you ever see a dog stop and smell the flowers? He would run to me with his ears flapping in the wind. Everytime he did it my heart would ache with love. He would just look at me as if studying my face. My loss is new. I have not yet learned how to handle it. All I know is that I am not the same my house is not the same and my life will never be the same again. He was the best dog in the world-to me.
Terry
| Nicholas the Great |
| 27, October 2000 |
| Terry |