In Memory of Misty

On July 9, 2002 I had to do the hardest thing on earth. I had to put down my best friend ever. Misty was 16 and a half years old and lived a great life but in the end she developed a tumour and it spread quickly, I couldn't stand to see her in so much pain so I did her a favour and stopped her suffering. The vet helped me through it.

She was a great little girl and was always there for me. She went everywhere with me and was my co-pilot in life as well as in the car. Her favourite holiday was chocolate cause she sure loved to sniff out the Christmas gifts and rip open the ones that smelled good. Misty would often go on Skidoo with me, and in the summer we put her in one of those kiddie karts and tow her behind on the bike.

Misty, honey you will always be missed and forever loved by everyone whoever had the privilege of meeting you. Your picture is in my car and your collar hangs over my rearview mirror so that you may continue to be my co-pilot in life.


We love and miss you honey,
Mommy, Daddy, Nanny and Uncle Rejean and the rest of the family.