Sonny, I know it was bad the way you died. I done the best I could to get rid of the Pit Bull that done it. It was the wife dog and she refused until you were attacked and tore up real bad. I’m just sorry I could not get you to the vet in time for something to be done. Needless to say he is gone before I had to do something drastic. She found him a home before the pound could get here. I’m sorry it took this for her to understand that sometimes you must do the right thing before something bad happens. R.I.P Sonny I miss you.
I loved you like the rest of my furry friends.
| Sonny |
| 25, Aug 2014 |
| Joe Marr |