Blessed Be the AnimalsIn Remembrance of Munchy
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.
