by Elizabeth Curtin
I remember the day I found you, you were only three months old. I was only 9. You were playing in my front yard when I came home and you didn't want to leave. So I stayed outside with you on that cold December day and played with you so you wouldn't be lonely. Then we both got cold so I snuck you inside. I called Christine downstairs, cause I didn't know if mom would like you or not. So Christine and me played with you until we decided that mom should know.
We brought you upstairs and as soon as mom saw the big bundle with the satellite dish ears, she fell in love with you. Dad didn't want to keep you at first, but you melted his heart.
As the months went by, you made us love you more. You protected us, loved us and never disobeyed. We found out about your previous owner and all the bad things he did to you and we swore that we would never ever bring you any harm, because we love you.
When you were three we took you to the vet, and that's when we got the news that you had athritis, severe hip dysplecia, and a broken disc in your back. The vet said you would live to be five. We cried and cried for months.
You still ran and played, never showing any sign of pain.
In April 1997 you were 8 years old, you started to show a lot of discomfort. And on April 24, 1997, being unable to walk mom and dad took you to the vet to end your suffering. That was two months before I graduated high school.
It's been over three years since you left us and we still cry when we think about how much you meant to us. We know you are in a better place now, where you can run and jump and play more than you ever could here.
I just wanted to let you know that our memories of you will never fade, we loved you than, we love you now, and we will still love you tomorrow. You are our one and only Budweiser 'Tiggers' Curtin.
Love you lots, your sister Lizzie