Monster Maltese

The end

Mommy writes: Spike left me this morning. He was only sick for a day and a half, and I believe he passed away in his sleep. I don't know what happened; I'm hoping a necropsy can shed some light.

My Little Man, I will always miss you. I hope I was able to heal your heart and soul, at least a little bit, and I hope you have at last found a completely safe place to rest, but don't forget to romp and play in the sunshine. Thank you for helping to raise Tiger, the new puppy. You stepped in and became the dad he needed. I'm sorry your puppyhood was not as wonderful as you made his: I'm apologizing for all of humanity that we let you suffer the emotional scars of that puppy mill. I'm so sorry you're gone, and I wish I knew how to bring you back to me, even though I know that would be selfish. I'll never forget you; don't you forget me when you're having so much fun in your new afterlife. I'll growl at Tiger for you every now and then.