Well, after sobbing through the first two pages, I figure it's time I write my own.

Abby--

Like a lot of other furmoms and dads, I BEGGED and BEGGED to get a dog. That was ALL I wanted, I even told my parents they didn't have to ever get me anything ever again. Well, they forgot that comment, I see!

I was only 12 when you came into my life. I remember picking you up, miles and miles away... and how daddy seemed so strong and manly and wouldn't let you know how cute you really were, until you slobbered all over his face when he picked you up. You had his heart right then, girl. You knew it too.

My brother and I argued the whole way home. Well, you SLEPT the whole way home, and Jake and I argued over who would get to have your head in who's lap! Eventually I won, being the big bossy sister I am! Sorry for disturbing your sleep as we flipped you over so you could lay in my lap.

That night you chased the kitties, chewed on the chair, and wouldn't go potty when we took you out, but I loved you since the moment I saw you.

Then the day came where Mom and Dad callled us into the living room and broke the news that mommy was moving out.

Please understand it was hard for me and Jake to comprehend, and I have never cried harder in my life, and how scared you looked to see me, Jake, and daddy all sobbing on the couch and mommy just staring at us. Mommy never even flinched as I cried, Jake cried, and Daddy cried quietly. I'm sorrry. After that I just held you and cried in my room because I didn't know what else to do. You let me hold you without complaint, something very odd because you were never a lap dog.

So mommy left, and I cried myself to sleep every night for the first two or three months, but you just stayed right there, right by my side. I know that your mommy left, and you didn't get walks as often. We were all in shock, and I'm sorry if you've ever felt scared, nervous, or afraid. I'm so sorry for anything I've ever done wrong or to hurt you.

I love you more than my life, and would put myself in harms way to make sure you emerge without a scratch. I hope you know that.

You're sitting next to me right now with your head on my lap because once again, I am crying thinking about the day we all cried on the couch. I love you, baby girl. More than you know.

-Mom


*sob* That was really hard.