by susan makarewicz
i always used to lay on the floor with her when i was sad. she brought a smile to my face. she was my precious baby, and i miss her so. i hope that she is happy wherevr she may be, and i hope that one day we will be back together. there is a place in my heart still yearning for her touch, and i still remember every little bump and bruise she ever got. i remember how she felt, and what she would do. i miss her so much now that i dont even know what to do with myself now. her name was cinamon and she lived to the age of 11. we had to put her to sleep because of a tumor on her brain. it was the saddest day of my life the day we put her down. but she was sick, and in pain. she tried to hold on for us up until the last minute. we since have gotten a new puppy, ans she is precious herself, but i would never be able to replace cinnamon with another dog. i loved her (and still do) way to much. i miss her.