Oreo would sit by our front door every evening, waiting for us to return from work. And when she spotted us she would run towards us, holding her tail high, for a pet on her head. Then she know she was loved and much cherished.
One day Oreo wasn't there to greet us. She didn't come home for her...
“Oreo, Ken and I miss you very much!”
“A week has passed and we still struggle to accept the fact that you are gone. I wish you know how much we loved you. ”
“So many items at home and pictures remind me of you. Feeling heart broken. ”
“Morning Oreo. It has been a month now since you left. ”