(l to r) Morgan & Madison Means

We got Madison the day after my Junior Prom in 1998. She was the cutest ball of fur that I had ever seen and she had the uncanny ability to make you smile just looking at her. The summer of '98 I lost my Grandma and I remember that we took Madison over to Grandma's house when she was sick and she would just ooohhh and aaahhh over Madison.

 Madison grew up to be such a little Miss Priss, a danity little thing that knew she was the queen of our house. The only time she wasn't polite was when it was dinner time. She was a terribly rude beggar.

When Madison was about 2 we got Morgan. As much as I know Morgan got on Madison's last nerve they were inseparable. Where Madison was the ruling and magestic queen, Morgan was the awkward, unladylike princess. The Queen and Princess of our house.

About two months ago we found out that Madison had a heart murmur. She had to take some medicine and the vet told Moma and Daddy that she would eventually die from congestive heart failure. Eventually came Friday morning and our family has lost a bright spot that was in our lives for eight precious years.

Daddy picked her up from the vet and they had her in a wooden box with a cross on the top. He buried her under a tree in our backyard and when I go home in July we are going to plant a little flower garden over her grave; the grave of our "sweet little puppy girl".

As I write this I know she was just a dog and that people are dying daily…but as silly as it is, she was such a part of our family and a peice of me aches for her. When I go home in July there will only be one "puppy girl" bounding around my feet welcoming me home. There will only be one to jump into my lap and to follow my Moma around wherever she goes.

She will be missed in so many little ways that I won't even know them until I am faced with them individually. Her loyalty and devotion to her humans was priceless. She was priceless!