We love you. We miss you. You were a good dog and a fine friend.
You finally got to go home. Tell Mom hello.
1995 – 2009
He was my late mother’s dog and he never stopped waiting for her to come back and get him….even nine years later. He would sit in the entryway and stare at the front door…faithfully. When I took him to the groomers he would be so excited and then so disappointed when we arrived….he thought I was taking him home. He was part of our family but he never forgot who he loved best.