Gatsby, my loveable hound. He hopped like a bunny and pranced like a
deer. he love to go to Nannies and PawPaw's, he would get on the back of the sofa and make him a bed. He loved going to their house, because they to had dogs. One day he went missing and he ended up on
a very busy street, he was so tiny, I'm sure the care that hit him
thought he was a squarrel. A lady mentioned to me that she saw a small brown dog, lying on one of the street and when I got to him,
he was gone. What a loveable, gentle child he was, not an animal,
but a child. We loved her for a year, then God called her home. Our
little children don't get to stay with us long, if they live a full
life. I guess it was meant to be. If there' no dogs in heaven, I want to go where they go, because seeing Gatsby again would be HEAVEN.