In Memory of Apples (Appey Dappy Doo)...

We miss you so very, very much. There is not a day that goes by that I don't turn to see if you are there. That black and white flash among all the fawn of your Puggie friends.

I am the first to admit that when I picked you up I mumbled under my breath about what an ugly little Frenchie you were. Your nose and legs to long, your body so emaciated...until you wiggled that nubbin...At that moment I became yours. You became part of our family almost in an instant.

We miss you so very, very much. There is not a day that goes by that I don't turn to see if you are there. That black and white flash among all the fawn of your Puggie friends.

I reveled in your good days. The days you felt good enough to go and romp outside and play like a normal dog. I used to laugh because I knew when you felt good your wrinkles would be fat. On Fat Wrinkle Days I would smile knowing you would be happy and comfortable. These were the fun days of ball and toys and snuggling with all of your friends.

I fretted and fussed on the days you were sickly and felt crummy. I struggled with that fact that God had made you so very ill at such a young age and that you could not be the dog I knew you would have been. On bad days our world stopped and you were coddled and loved and rocked under your favorite blankie.

I wanted you to know love and contentment. I think you did, especially in the arms of your girl...She loved you with all of her little heart.

You were taken from us so quickly. I hope in some way you understand how much you ment to us. I am sure there will be other Frenchies that pass through our lives, but none will be as special as you. You were a fighter until the last day and you never complained. I held your little head at the end. I looked into your eyes and told you it was ok for you to go, that I knew you were tired and I wanted you to be well again. I love you Slapple Dapple Doo. I wanted every day for you to be a Fat Wrinkle Day, I know that now they are... Rest little girl...Mom