To my little Libby,
When we found each other it was love at first sight, yours at the touch of my hand, mine at your bright eyes and wiggly little fuzzy butt.
Your companionship and comfort were more than tenfold your size, and your heart was as sweet and gentle as they come.
You were always much braver than your size dictated - even the huge dogs at the dog park gave way to you. You had a magnificent presence, but a gentle way (usually). In another world, you would have been a cop.
At my side with your every stride, I knew that our bond could only be broken in death.
Your silly squirrels weren't as playful in the backyard today. I suspect they miss your chase. They will miss the thrill of it all, as I will the show.
You will forever be embedded in my heart, until the day when I enter God's Kingdom and we can again take a walk, relax and cuddle, or just enjoy the backyard.
My Grandma once told me that God only loans dogs to us for a little while, and I feel it was a privilege that you chose us for your family.
Rest well, little Libby,
We will miss your friendship every moment of every day.