I suspect your life was not an easy one.  You were found wandering the streets with a horrible wound on your head.  You ended up in a shelter, where i found you, already an old dog by then.  You were supposed to be a temporary foster, but you became a part of our family.  You had the sweetest temperament.  Your tail never stopped wagging.  You hopped like a bunny when you wanted to be fed.  Your teeth chattered when you became excited.  You never barked.  You liked taking walks down the Jordan River parkway and trips to the cabin.  You hated your kibble, but you loved chicken, pupperoni, carrots and milk bones.

I hope you know you've been loved by your mommy and daddy and i hope you've felt secure and cared for.  The neighbor kids who called you "Rosie" and who gave you so much love and affection will surely miss you.  They thought you were the best dog in the world.  You will always have a special place in the heart of our former roommate, who was like a mother to you and who pampered you with baths and massages and pretended not to mind your stinky breath .  And of course your brother, Rocket, who still carries the scar on his forehead from when he tried to eat your dinner when you first came to live with us.  That was the only act of aggression we ever saw in you.  Despite your rocky start, he came to accept you as a part of the family and i think he'll miss you too in his own way.

Letting you go is so hard, Sarah, but i'm glad we got the time that we did.