Oh Wu…even though you were never “my” dog, you never left any doubt in my mind that I was one of your people that you loved and took care of. I will never forget your playful spirit, your zest for life, or your little flag tail chasing leaves bigger than you were!
You were the dog that convinced me that there were four legged creatures with personalities that I could not only tolerate, but love. Before you I was sure that dogs were evil creatures sent to torture me.
I will always treasure the time last October when you let me take care of you. You fit right into our family’s routine and were so patient with my rather demanding four-year-old daughter even though you weren’t used to little kids.
I will always appreciate the fact that you potty-trained my dog for me and told him to stop whining. If you hadn’t done that I probably would have torn my hair out in frustration, but you just took it in your stride like it was part of your job.
I love you Wu and I’ll miss you more then I can say. I’m glad you are feeling better and hope to see you again someday!