For Otte, a brave little lamb of a dog with the heart of a lion. I will remember how he waited under the picture window for you all the while you were gone. And how he would wag his stubby tail and cry as if he didn’t deserve to be so happy when he saw you coming. I am sure he will greet you that same way when you get to heaven.
My love and sympathy,
| Otte |
| 10, Nov 2002 |
| Julie Burnett |