January 1, 1753
Fourteen years ago, we were blessed with a wonderful dog we named, Baby. We taught her to sit, speak, and give you her paw. And sometimes, even when you didn’t ask her, she gave you her paw. She became my rock. Every time I was sad, she came to me and let me hug her, until I stopped crying. She was so gentle and sweet and smart. We grew as close to her as anyone can be to an animal. She became a member of the family, literally. She taught the other two dogs we got later on how to do everything. She became a mama to them and they learned from her. Everyone who came in contact with her loved her. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas she’d get her own plate. And her favorite part of Christmas was opening her presents. Then years passed and she aged. Until one day we had to make the hardest decision imaginable; we had to let her go. She had served her purpose here, and God was taking her back. And we know she’s better off now, young and vibrant again, with no pain or illness. But the ache is always there, because we miss her so very much. And it’s hard to realize that she’s gone from here. The tears come and go, as another day passes without her. We have lost our loved one, our companion, our best friend…and Heaven has gained an angel.
Sincerely, Deborah and Leonard Martin, Erica Martinez, Paris, and Cheyenne
All Paws Great and Small Crematory
5611 E. Houston St.
San Antonio, TX