Dec. 14 1993 —– Jan. 27 2000
Rottwieler
I loved my dog.
Whenever me my broter and our dad were rough housing
he’d nuzzle is nose in between us to break it up.
In the morning he’d come in and lick me to wake me up.
We got him we were scared because most rottwielers are mean.
But he wasn’t he was really______ sweet.
He was with me when we were camping,moving and crying.
He died of a disease in the intestance.
It was the first time I saw my dad cry.
I dedecate this story to our grieving family
| Sarge |