On May 31st if I had known she would soon be gone I would have held her close to me until the day was done I would have taken pictures of her loving face And plastered them all over the place I would have fixed her chicken and her favorite steak And fed them to her, no matter how long it would take. I would have held and kissed her and danced around the room. Because I couldn't face the day, her day of doom. But I didn't do it and now I sit and cry I just don't understand it or know the reason why. Bridget was fifteen and I know that is very old; But trees live 5,000 years, emotionless and cold. There will never be another to replace our little girl. She was the very best bichon in this whole wide world. I miss her so very much. I miss her sweet tender touch. I just miss her! By Bev Runnels