Beau and My Dad

I lost my beloved father recently, and I have been flooded with many beautiful memories. In 1972 my parents bought me a sweet miniature poodle we named Beau. He became our baby. During the blackout of 1977, my dad was downstairs walking him. We lived in an apartment and of course the elevators weren’t working. My father carried Beau in his arms up five flights of stairs. I hope my precious dad and little Beau are reunited in heaven.

– Michelle from NY