London

This is London! She was the 2nd dog that I ever had. She was my first dog love (Petey and I got off to a rough start and she came along just two weeks after he did-lol). She went everywhere with me for the first few weeks I had her- she was so little she fit in the pocket of my overalls and I took her to my college classes.

I have no idea what kind of dog she was. When she was just 9 months old, my husband (now ex) tripped over Petey and landed on London. Her back was badly injured and the vet encouraged me to put her down. I refused. I spent more money on her that I ever spent on myself to make sure she would survive. She was in a full cast for months (Petey tried chewing her out numerous times). Because we were sure she'd never walk again my hubby was about to make her a wheelchair, as he tired to fit it to her she got up and hobbled away. I cried for an hour or so and held her tight. After that I realized I was impeding her recovery, and from then on she had to walk to get things. And she did. She always had a limp and ran with her two back legs working together, but she was the beat the odds.

In 2005 she got really sick and I had to put her down. Thanks to all the meds from her injury her immune system started attacking her. I still cry (am now) when I think of her. She was my lifeline after my divorce as she was the only one I could take with me at first. I loved her more than I ever loved anything (sometimes more than people too). She was my baby and I had to let her go on 9/12/2005 (just four days before my bday). I am still not over her.

To my best little girl- You are so dearly missed. You are my first true love and I will forever be grateful to you for being in my world. I faced more scary things with you beside me than I could have alone. I can't wait to see you again and know you'll be the first one to me as I cross over. Momma loves you so very much my girl!