Muffy was my best friend. She was first in my life when i was two years of age. She nearly did everything by herself. Learned where to go to the bathroom, and what tricks she had to do to get some treats. Normally we just gave her treats after she came in from outside to let her know that she was a great dog. We moved a couple times. Once in the same town. Only for a couple of months. Then we moved to a whole new town that she had to adjust to. Which she did perfectly. Knowing how good she was at that, we let her roam around as much as she wanted and she would always come back and sit by the door, waiting to come in. When she came in, her treats would be ready for her and we all were happy. On March 19, 2009, I am now 14, Muffy is gone. She died in my mother's arms while i was at school. She had a seizure and died right after. Knowing that she was gone just tore my whole heart out. I didnt know what to do now that my best friend was gone. Muffy was the greatest Pomeranian anybody could have. She was my protector from harm. She always knew how to make me happy. We buried her in my grandmother's backyard near the rims. We wrapped her in her blanket and put a rock on top of her grave and painted her name on it.
Muffy
Beloved Dog
1996-2009
My teacher told me about this site, and now i go on it everyday. Makes me feel better and eases the pain that is inside me. I am thankful for her. Now i know that Muffy is in a better place and she is not suffering anymore. I am thankful for that also.