The summer we moved to Cedar Hills, Matt found a beautiful white French Bulldog was on track to finish as a Champion but had some "female problems" and had to be spayed. The owners were looking place her with a forever family. We drove to Cheyenne, Wyoming to pick her up and couldn't be more excited to bring her home. We found out that she was named "Baby Faith" because she was the only surviving pup from her litter, and that her mother had also died during the birthing process. We are so grateful to have had her as part of our family for just over 9 years now. We loved the funny, little quirky things that she did, and she always could bring a smile to our faces. It was hard to see her deteriorate so quickly, and the seizures were especially hard to watch. But, we hope she is now resting in peace without the problems her body was causing her. Wow... who knew a four legged furry being could be so meaningful in our lives, and cause such sorrow now that she is gone. We love you and will miss you Faith!
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our furry kids are wonderful reminders, as willy wonka said, "in a weary world" of what is good and right.
she's playing i'm sure in fields that go on forever!
peace to your souls.
A year ago today. :[ I love you, Baby Faith.
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