by Helen Scurr
Oh our little Trixie Bell, what can I say other then not a day goes by when I don't miss you. Ten wonderful years we had until god decided he needed you more then I did. You where in pain and we just couldn't bear to see you like that.
I remember when you where a puppy what a terror you where but you know something? You were our terror. Then as you grew older you loved nothing better then having a nap with Zara your best friend, that's if Piper the cat didn't decide to wake you up!
I know you will be waiting for us. Sleep well Trixie, I know we will meet again.
Love
Helen x