Honored by His Loving Family -

My little poodle, Munchy, was my youngest son. His complete devotion to me brought me so much joy, comfort, and companionship. He was 13 years old when he got sick and I had to have him put to sleep. I still feel his small body cuddle up to the curve in my back when I sleep. And I hear his tags jingle as he drinks water in the middle of the night. I know that he is telling me that he is still near by and that I must let him go. So I packed up his dishes, his toys and his silly clothes and donated them to our local dog shelter. Goodbye my friend.