It all began when I found this shaggy dog. We named her moma. She was so skinny that she did not look like she was going to have any puppies at all, but one day when my mom came home for lunch she let moma dog in and she started hearing wimpering sounds. She thought there was a puppy on the porch so she went outside to look then she found this little puppy lying in a pile of clothes Moma dog had made up. So she took her inside and we had her for about 5 years until we had to move out of our house and move in with our grandma. We kept her there until we got another house, but my grandma said she couldn’t keep a dog so one Sunday morning my mom and me came to my grandma’s house and she said she was put to sleep
for almost attacking somebody.
She was a friendly dog when we were around but when we weren’t there she was mean. I can still look at the pictures of her and remember her bark and her playfulness she had. I still miss her, but I know I will see her again sometime. I miss you Tinkerbell my baby.
Why is life so short for animals.
With love,
| Tinkerbell |
| April Hogan |