Christmas Ann
You were such a good, loving dog; my best friend. I knew you followed me everywhere about the house, but I didn't realize how that would hurt after you were gone. I find myself glancing at the couch when I enter the living room to see if you're there and looking under my desk to see if you're at my feet. I wish I could forget those last few days of holding you while you were so sick and then having to make the decision to release you from your misery. That last day you could hardly walk and yet when I went upstairs for a second I looked down to see you on the stairs looking up at me with a look that said don't leave me. I wish you hadn't left me Chris; I wish it so much. A big part of me died with you and I'll miss you always. Goodbye to the best dog I've ever known.
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