May 5 1988 ----- Ocbober 27 1996
Chinese Shar Pei
Chiang came to us as a small bag of
wrinkles with eyes so beautiful that they twinkled.
He never made a mess and was always
ready with loving slurpy kiss.
He ate turnip greens and carrots green beans and potatoes
also loved a bowl of rice (why not he was Chinese after all)!
If it was cold he slept in our bed under the covers.
He could snore with the best of them... 🙂
If it was hot he had favorite place in front of the fan.
Needless to say
Chiang was more of a child than a pet.
The day he went to a better place
we were holding him in our arms as his big heart
finaly gave way.
After three years it's still difficult
to write this without tears and a pain in my heart.
Ann
Tao Ta Chiang |
Ann |