Thursday, April 29, 2010
My best friend.
My therapist to listen to all my problems.
My warmth on chilly nights.
The root of an unclean house.
My protector on dark nights when I am home alone.
The addition to our family Christmas cards.
My portrait model that never whines or complains about smiling too much.
My spoiled rotten baby.
Sammy, I love you ole boy. You make Mama proud.