Dakota

Our dearest Dakota!! Even though you were with us for a very short time your pawprints are forever in our hearts. You were the cutest baby brown dog with droopy eyes. What did you see across the street? Why did you run in the road? I am so sorry that the mean car hit you and to have you die in my arms was horrible. We will never forget you and all your kisses. I am constantly looking for you to come into the bathroom while in the shower and laughing at you trying to get in. You had the cutest crooked tail, curly whiskers and thick brown fur. You definitely were unique. Dakota, we love you and I know you are in heaven biting someone's toes. We will miss you baby brown dog and we can't wait to see you over the Rainbow's Bridge.

ROSEBUD

When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss
of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem
wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a Rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows
will always be "good-bye".
And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind, must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.

Author Unknown

Sheri Calabrese