On August 19, 2002 our sweet little puppy Dundee was shot to death in our neighbour's backyard. It was happened in the middle of the day, in front of my two little girls and myself. A short fence divided our two backyards (as most of townhouses). My little puppy did not know that he went past the border. I ran to grab him but I was too late. I heard the shot and my sweet little baby dog cried out in pain. He was so loud; he was in such pain. I and my daughters Natalie, 4 and Lily, 7 tried to comfort him. He died the next day, a week before Natalie's birthday. We cried and cried and we miss you Dundee. You were such a beautiful miniature schnauzer. You were only 4 months old. You had those two funny ears, little cold nose; you just lost your tooth two days before you died. I kept it in the little box. The house is still full of your baby toys. We loved you so much. We did not have the chance to see you grow. I keep telling to my girls that you are a little puppy angel and you went to heaven to play with those little boys and girls that died who never had the chance to have a dog here on earth.
We will love you forever.
Anetta, Lily and Natalie