Wednesday, February 15, 2006


She came into our lives in October 2005 to replace the void left by the passing away of our German shepherd Riley. She had been returned to the pet store by the previous owner because she wasn't eating. My sister took her anyway. With a little attention and affection, she grew healthy again.

It wasn't hard to love her. She was a sweet, intelligent puppy. She never bit, she could sense our moods, she always wanted to play. She never pooed or pissed in the house, she always pawed at the door when she needed to go. Her greatest joy was to bounce up to bed and snuggle up with my sister or my Dad.

And now...she's gone. Reese, we hardly knew ye. You will be sorely missed.

1 comment:

  1. No matter how many times already I've experienced it, it's always sad to lose a family dog :(