Pooh

My beautiful Chow named Pooh had been a member of our family for 14 years when she became ill and had to be put down. She had been sick off and on for several months and we tried everything we could do, finally we had to let her go.

She died on the Thursday before Easter of 2002, the Vet said she would not make it until Easter but she tried her best. Letting her go was one of the hardest things I ever done. She was just a big baby, a little big for a lap dog but a lap dog just the same.

We buried in the flower garden and I miss her and think of her every day but I know she is waiting for me on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

Rest well my beloved Pooh Bear.