Sheena,
It seems like only yesterday that we brought you home. You were just a bundle of fur at 8 weeks of age. You grew to be such a beautiful and smart girl. I will always remember the way that you loved to fetch the newspaper, or carry “dad’s” shoes to him each morning so he could get ready for work ( and also earning you a Dove chocolate). You were always there by our side. When the grand baby came along, you took it upon yourself to look out of her.So many good times but there were also the bad, like you having mange the first year of your life, the surgery on your eye,then the mast cell cancer 3 years ago. All of these only made you stronger. But time can be cruel and you were no match for the arthritis and the kidney problems. You weren’t supposed to get old on me girl! You were my best friend and now I am lost. I honestly can hear you barking and crying but then I realize..I can’t be. You’re not here for me to hear. I want you back, Sheena. God knows how much I wish I could go back and freeze time. I just pray that God will allow us to be together again.