Quote Originally Posted by Twisterdog

My son picked her out at death row at animal control when he was three years old.
He passed up all the pretty dogs and chose the old, fat, three-legged one.
He looked up at me with those big brown eyes full of tears and whispered,
"But Mommy ... no one else will love a doggie with only three legs."

She came home. And she never, ever forgot the debt she owned him.

Godspeed, Queenie of the Green Beanie Weanies.
<tears falling>

What a lovely Tribute to a Beloved Friend.

Rest In Eternal Peace, Queenie ... you're gone, but Never to be Forgotten.
Save Your Kid a spot on the Bridge.

/s/ Phred