Sixteen years ago our
daughter Holly and her husband Peter rescued a little puppy off the streets in
Plovdiv, Bulgaria. They named her
Attila, got her a passport, and brought her back to the States. (Things were much simpler before
9/11.) Attila was an apt name for
this dog because she was always a little nuts. Cute as a bug, but a little crazy. Anyway, they had to put her to sleep yesterday morning and
it broke their hearts because she was their first baby. Many of you can identify with their
emotions. They had a little family
memorial dinner last night and then looked at pictures they had taken of Attila
through the years. I wanted to
share what my daughter wrote:
It's
a sad night here, but Attila was really suffering.
Now
she can be her beautiful puppy self forever in our hearts—
