My beautiful girl came to live with me in September, I counted the days until she came home to me. Joan was a very sick girl and had enlarged heart and fluid on her lungs.
My girl scuttled when she walked because of how deformed her little legs were, but oh my lord she was the boss in our home.
This morning I held my beautiful girl as she crossed Rainbow bridge. My heart is breaking our time together was short, but she lay beside me every night, i would reach my hand to let her know I was there.
Run free my beauttful girl my heart xx