Mom is missing me

Toby died Mar 2, 2008. He really had a hard time. He died of a stroke and cerebral swelling of brain. I had to put him down. I so miss him. When I would get up he'd always come and speak. I would say good morning and ask him how was he doing and he'd always answer back. Putting him down was one of the hardest things I had to do. I am, however, glad he isn't suffering anymore. Even until the end he was faithful and loving and kind. I held him while they put him down. He was such a fighter. They tranquilized him and he fought it. He didn't want to leave he was so sick. I will always love you toe ban do. No one will ever take your place.