Antoinette

You had been passed around among a number of homes in your first three years and your adjustment to us was somewhat difficult. However, soon you responded to our love and care and through you we learned to know the meaning of unconditional love. My mother used to send me to the store and you always came along. I would carry a big bag of groceries under each arm, and yet I picked you up every time we crossed a busy street so you would make it to the other side unharmed. Occasionally, to honor you we had a party for all the dogs in the neighborhood with games and treats. Eventually, your back legs gave up and soon you were gone. We buried you in the backyard. A few days later my mother noticed forget-me-not blossoms covering the area where you lay. Where they came from will always be a mystery.