March 27th 2008 12:45 am
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My Dad was my hero. He carried me every where. I rode on the truck with him and when he would get tired I would know and start scratching him on the arm. He says I saved his life by being the perfect little watch dog. He had to park the truck in many ugly unsafe places, but he was always safe with me at the helm.
When I couldn't climb stairs anymore, he made me a ramp. It had to be really long because I couldn't climb it if it was too steep. So it kinda wrapped around the bed to be long enough for me. When I couldn't stand anymore to go potty he built me a little stand with a sling in it to hold me up.
Finally we had to part. I stayed as long as I could and he helped me all he could but finally it was time to go. But I watch over him all the time, and at night when he remembers me in his dreams, he is in love all over again.
No one was like my daddy and he says no one was ever like his baby.
Mommy believes this picture shows the love we had for each other and is her favorite.
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