Silver,
Right after we got you, you were ill. My mommy tried to heal you but you got worse and worse. That night you were all over the tank. The next day was worse. I went to school crying. Silver, after I got home you had all ready gone. I hope that you could forgive me. Please we tried our best. I will always love you.
My sweet Silver,
rest in peace,
| Silver |
| 9, June 2003 |
| Meaghan |