by Ashley Burgos
When I first saw you at work, I was a little timanated by your looks and size.
As I got to know you, our friendship became a piece of cake.
I would have loved to have a picture of you running in the lake.
We became best friends in a strange way, both of our mothers didn't want us.
Every weekend at work, you were the first that I greeted, that was a must!
When I was sad and gloomy, you would always brighten my day.
Everyone knew that I wanted to adopt and care for you, that's what I would always say.
The last day, Friday, I laid down with you, and wraped you in my arms like a butterfly in a cacoon.
My only true best friend, Sasha, a smart,intlligent, pretty, black, loving,11 year Doberman Pinscher died in June 2002.