I am crying as I write this.

Bucky was 17 when we had to put him to sleep. He was a beautiful yellow lab. He was the lone survivor of 13. He was born early on a freezing cold night when the litter was unnexpected. We should have known then how special he was. He was with us through marraige and the birth of our two children. We kept him alive too long because we were so selfish. He brought great joy to all of us, and taught us to love deeply. Your book is a great reminder of that love. Thank you for sharing your pain with us. I know how hard it must be for you. Because of Sprite, many dogs will also feel that love. He fullfilled his great purpose during his too brief stay with you.


Crying in GA