whenever life is not so perfect, i look through pictures of ours…they remind me of life was once perfect with you. no matter where you are now, i am glad i met you two years ago. you were born a dog, gone as a gentleman.
today i stared at “mini” when i was so stressed doing schoolwork. I told myself, Stinson had been through a lot and he had never given up. He held a very optimistic attitude every single day and why am I even complaining for being just a bit stressed?
wherever you are, i hope you know, you were once abandoned, but the moment you met us, you are forever loved. i miss you so crazy much. wish you happiness and health.
“To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.”