I rescued you at 9 months old. You were not trained, so it was hard. But after one month, my life would be filled with a love I had not felt since losing another baby in 1998.
For 14 years you were my constant companion, the love of my life, my reason for having a great day, every day. You stayed for me much longer than your body wanted. You tried, but everything was shutting down.
You still followed me into the bathroom on your last day. But your eyes told me you just couldn’t do it anymore. I lost you on 1/29/22 and I still grieve and cry. Hope you are chasing squirrels in heaven and God is throwing you squeaky balls. I will love you forever, my sweet baby Poozee.
HURST, TX
