I remember the day you showed up on our doorstep.
None of us knew if we wonted a puppy,
but then we began to love you.
You were my first dog,
And I will for always think of you as the best.
You always used to whine to be petted.
It always used to make me mad,
but now that you’re gone I miss hearing you whine.
You always loved the outdoors.
You always loved to play.
Now when I go outside I always think of you and miss you.
As much as it hurt to let you go I know that it had to be done.
~ Emily Stirewalt