Pup by Mila (Myla) Young / Mommy

We loved Pup.
We got her at the pound when she was about five or ten years old. My mom and dad got her before I was born, but then I was born and we got to share a wonderful ten years together. She was 1/2 foot tall and had a cute curly white coat of fur. But then one day Pup died, my mom and dad took me out of school and we buried her. I cried and cried, but she was in pain and probably died of old age, but now I am happy that she has no more pain, and happy that some day I will get to see her again.
I miss her so so much!


Love Mila,
Mila (Myla) Young