Dear Runt,
How do I say how much you meant to us? You were our protector, our child, our friend, our dog. Why does it hurt as some say “it was just a dog.” Daddy is right you were “never just a dog.” Our home is very empty as well as our hearts. You kept looking into my eyes wanting me to fix you but then another seizure would hit. The vet said No one can make you a puppy again. I know now that you are chasing squirrels and playing with Tom and Goofy but I still wish you were here to greet me when I return from work and to walk out to the car with me when I leave for work.
Missing you and Love,
| Runt Worley |
| 31, Aug 2005 |
| Charles and Debra Worley |