Sweet Pumpkin Pie

That was our baby. I miss how she used to chase the doggies around the house, biting at their tails. If she wasn't sleeping or eating then she was up to no good. She was a sick girl but you couldn't tell most of the time. She had a good life, a short but good life. The night I picked up her ashes, I came home to find a letter from the vet in our mailbox. It was very comforting, to say the least, to read the kind words he wrote. We'll miss her very much.