Sunny by Tyra Santangelo / Your friend, Tyra

I remember your first flight. I brought you everywhere I went. We were like a pair of gloves never apart. You were always there for me to have a wing to cry on. I remember when you jumped into a 4th of July cake and you were red, white and blue for the last weeks of your little, wonderful life. Your death was not on purpose; it was all a mistake. I love you and will always remember your beautiful charm.
I will always love you.


With love,
Tyra Santangelo