Missy was a little girl with attitude to spare. She was dynamite in a small package. You knew when she was in a room because she made sure of it. She was sweet, bossy, lovable and many more things in a tiny Frenchie body. She fought the battle of her life when the diagnosis of cancer came, but in the end it was a fight she couldn’t win. She was a happy girl right up to the end, never losing her personality and still being nosy. She had to know what everyone was doing and couldn’t rest until she had peeked in every door or walked through every room. She touched so many lives and will be missed. R.I.P. Missy, and run free at the Rainbow Bridge with all your friends.