I lost my Teddy on Dec. 13.1999. He really understood me better then anybody I've ever met. I could ask him if he wanted to go in the backyard, or walk in the street, and he knew what I meant. He showed me that he loved me in many different ways.

But the one I will remember more then anything was when he wanted to play. He was a greyhound, and his big ears would stand straight up, and his long tail would curl towards his back, and he would slap the ground with one paw. Then slap it again!

I know he's across Rainbow Bridge, waiting for me, and having a grand time chasing birds, squirrels, and anything else that will run. And that's the first place I will go when my time comes, so I can get my baby back.

I miss him so much.

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