Good morning Baby Girl -- I hope you have the most happiest day today! I hope all your fur friends celebrate you today; you would be 13 today and tonight Tanker, Tank's Kitty and I will celebrate you and have your favorite cake -- strawberry with vanilla frosting. Today is Cornell's Giving Day, so I must go now and make my gift in memory of you and you! Love you infinity Missy Kibbles -- birthday hugs and kisses my precious one. Love Mom

Hello Little Lady! I hope you and Roo had a wonderful Turkey day filled with lots of sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie. I missed you both and all fur babies before you two; however there was something about the two of you and remember I will see you again. Anyway, did you and all your new friends throw a party for Riley? It was his birthday you know and yes, SpotBot, yours too--you were always the "good boy, the quiet one" and lost way too soon. Sleep well baby girl--your in my thoughts and sending you butterfly kisses and a great big hug.

My Little Miss Kibbles, aka Missy for short, was a rescue from down south. We got her at 10 weeks old for "RileyRoo" who had recently lost his brother. I got them both from the same litter at 8 weeks old, so they were very attached and never separated. Riley became extremely depressed when we lost his brother, SpotBot, so our hope was she would cheer him up and give him back his spunk, which she did ten-fold. She started every day by chasing him down the hall and jumping at his tail. He came out of his shell and thought she was just the ticket. He would watch her sleep in her little basket till she became big enough to sleep on him (he was a big pittie). The two of them had five years of fun-filled days together and plenty of mischief. It comforts me to know these two are together again.

After his loss, she became the baby of the family till her passing 7 years later. She loved toy balls and blankets and her belly ruled her world--her favorite foods were fruits, which we all laughed about, and had one heck of a sweet tooth to boot. She didn't run, yet galloped and was lovingly referred to as galloping Gertrude out on the trails.

She was loving to all animals who crossed her path and adopted a three-legged cat that showed up at the house one winter night--no one claimed him. Babies and children were her favorite peeps--she was oh so gentle around them and would guard them as if her own. True to a Pittie, she thought she was a lap dog and that's what I miss the most, our nightly cuddles on the couch, where she'd drape herself across me--my personal heater.

Her final fur brother Tank is still with us and he misses you too baby girl--I got him a kitten...Can you believe that? I know, who would have that the bull in China cabinet would be so gentle. He tries to give her all his toys and loves to entice her to chase him, just as he did you.

You were suppose to live forever baby, you fell sick and went down hill so fast--you hid it well. I still wonder when your liver began to fail. I am sorry baby girl, I miss you fiercely. Love Momma