Stout
Stout was 15 months 10 days old when we were forced to put her to sleep this morning. Her disease had no cure.
I never cared for dogs that much but Stout some how snuck into my heart and wouldnt leave.
She was our dream puppy. She was so well behaved, so playful and loving no one could believe she was a Rottweiler. I believe she changed many peoples perception of the breed.
I saw this poem as i was surfing the web amd thought it very approriate.
These tears we cry will one day pass
And we will meet again
You were more than just a dog to us
You were our best-est friend.
Love you darling Stoutem.
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