Obituaries

Misty was my baby. She always stayed under me. When I left for work in the morning she would walk me to the door. When I came home she would greet me at the door. When I was down I would hold her and she would
Just look at me with those big eyes. And that one tooth. I loved it. You’ll be missed Misty. Forever and a day. She couldn’t jump on the bed so she would scratch on it so I could pick her up. We enjoyed McDonald’s chicken nuggets. I have called your name today hoping you would hear me.