by Casie Cheguis
I remember the first time I seen you. You were so small. I Hardly realized that you were going to be this small for the rest of your life. I found out the bad news when I came home from Church. You had been ran over and had a punctured lung and internal bleeding. The vet did everything to help you, but you were in too much pain. I just wish I could have held you one last time before you left me. But I know, and you know, that you are waiting for me to meet you again. You were so small. I wanted to play with you when I got home. I was waiting for you to come running down the hall. You didn't. I knew something bad had happened. You always come running down the hall. And you are always around mom. You didn't come down the hall, and you didn't follow mom. I'm not going to say good bye, because I know I'll see you again. I know you are in a better place. You're with Max and Missy. I'm going to miss you Morgan.
This was dedicated to Morgan the Dachshund.
Left: March 28, 2002
Came: July 21, 2001