In loving memory of Baby. 

I am writing this in loving memory of the little girl who came into my life for far to short a time period as far as I am concerned. She had reached eleven years and had a murmur of the heart from very early on but gave me six perfect years as far as her health was concerned. She suffered a stroke about four months back and was unable to walk, or even balance herself so she could stay upright when laying beside me.

I poured my love into her figuring if she was to leave me soon she would be aware she was a very special little girl. I succeeded and she decided she would be the top dog and that her Dad had better keep the preferred status happening so she became the top dog around the house. She was always unsure of things as her sister Dixie had always been an invalid because of bad back legs. So she received a lot of special treatment like being carried every where and lifted on to the furniture. Well to a smart little girl like Baby she made it her mission to be treated in the same manner, and she got it. In the final four months she improved incredibly, she was walking, some what like Charlie Chaplain, but doing really well. She seemed as though she might be here for a while, I did get my hopes up. Her stroke had changed her voice so she sounded like those people who have different accents afterwards, and her personality changed. I had been talking with friends after she passed, and had remembered how I had made the wish I could have met her before she had been traumatized, that it would be nice to reach for her and not have her cower. Well after the stroke she was exactly what I had wished for, don't get me wrong she always had a great little personality just not that confident.

Afterwards she was so happy and so entertaining with all the little differences in her behavior. A true gift to remember her by. Two days before she finally passed she started to breath funny, and I was nervous it was a bad sign, I was right she got worse and it progressed, The night before she was up all night trying to breath, when the morning arrived she was very week and died within moments of my friend and her constant dog walking pal Phil showed up, I kind of think she waited on him.

She died in my arms and stayed there until I was sure her little spirit had parted. A big chunk of my heart goes with her, she was the truest gift you can receive in life, unconditional love.

I thank the BCCR for sending her to me.

-David