Never Ending Love

by June Upton
(Creston BC Canada )

On July 27 2016, at the age of 12 years, my beloved dog Buffy left me forever. I feel so guilty. At 10:30 p.m. I gave her some medicine for throwing up. I told her I wasn't going to let her die.

I was so mad at her for being sick. I put her on the carpet and she died. I put her on my lap hoping that she would come back to life.

I had bought an urn for her but hoped that I wouldn't need to use it, but I had to. I carry some of her ashes in a necklace I wear.

I go to work, come home, and just hope that Buffy is going to bark, but there's so sound. I just wish I knew what she died of.

I miss her so much. I want to be with her so badly. Why did God do this to her?

I will always love you, Buffy.

People say they're sorry, but sometimes that makes it worse.

She had such a bad life. Before I adopted her I, she was in a crate, only to be taken out to breed, then put in the crate again, for over 7 years.

Please come back to me, my baby. I love you.