We met when you were 12 years old. You were the oldest dog at the animal shelter, and we knew we had to take you home. We were only together for 2 years, but you remembered how to play again, run through the yard, and you learned to trust us. We loved you as if you had been with us forever. You loved your Lambys, pizza, and looking out the sunroom while neighbors walked by and waved to you. We love you and miss you every day, Sweet Girl. We love you, Blueberry.
