Small Dog Rescue

Memorial Page



 Spunky came into my life at the Maricopa County Animal Care and Control, the pound. He was on the bite wing and deemed not adoptable. When I went to get him he bit me.

It took quite a bit of persuasion to get the staff to let me take Spunky. He had to go to my vet for 10 days of quarentine but after that he was my boy.

Through the years with me he gave much joy and was my special little companion. Spunky is missed but definitely not forgotten.

 When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
  to put another flower on a pillow.
 A bird gives the message back to
    the world, and sings a silent prayer
     that makes the rain cry. People dis-
         appear, but they never really go away.
    The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
        earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
        can see them dancing in a cloud during
       the day-time, when they're supposed
    to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
     bows and also the sunsets and make
 waves splash and tug at the tide.
         They toss shooting stars and listen to
  wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
     miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
   - Ashley