I named you “Unforgotten” you were maybe 10 weeks old when someone found you wondering along the side of a road. Someone had dropped you off after skinning your entire body except for some hair left on your head and feet. How could anyone be so cruel and heartless? You never had a chance life was so short for you yet you tried to hang on. The authorities chose to put you to rest but before that time your life must have been so agonizing. You are in Gods hands now and a new life has begun.
Run play and be happy and know that there are people who care about you. When I come to meet Little Buffy I hope you will be there too and we can all cross the bridge together. Rest Peacefully for no one can hurt you now. In my Heart and never “Forgotten”
Love
Randi
| Unforgotten |
| April 2002 |
| Randi |