I rescued you from the shelter. I remember it like it was yesterday. I chased the man driving the pound truck until he came to a stop to eat.
You lived with us like you were a human, but you always knew your place. You never got on the furniture or put your nose where it didn't belong.
You welcomed everyone, including other dogs and cats into our home. You were perfect, to me.
You slept between my children's bedrooms to protect and/or tell on them. You slept next to my grandbaby's crib. If she stirred for more than a few seconds, you would wake me to tell me that she was moving around and needed tending to.
You always had happiness in your eyes and a smile on your face. I suppose 13 years is a good age for a dog, but I wanted more. You were the first dog I ever loved.
When you started getting senile and attacking the other dogs, I knew it was time, but I made excuses for you. Finally, when you coughed up that blood, I knew it was your time. You shouldn't suffer anymore.
Rest In Peace, Pepper Ann 04-02-2011