Tequila Rose

by Noel Elizabeth Phelan
(New York City)

My dog Tequila Rose was a beautiful red golden retriever. She was 13 when she died, a good age for a Goldie. She died of pneumonia, after years of suffering from seizing and diabetes. We should have put her down for her sake but we couldn't bring our selves to do it.

She was a family dog, a lover, not a fighter. Although she was rudely attacked twice in her life, she never fought back she never fought anything until it came to her life.

As I wish god spared her, I think of how sick she was and know it was for the better.

I will love and remember her forever. May I see her again in my dreams.