Bandit

Bandit... you have passed on now and even though it is hard 
for me down here, I know that one day I will see you again. You 
were so old, you couldn't hear well, and you couldn't see well. 
I remember the earlier years when you would chase the squirrels 
up the trees or want one of us to throw your toy "shoe" so you 
could fetch it. I truly believe that you are now in a place where you 
are your old self again...able to run, see, and hear. One day, when 
it is my time to go, I will see you again. There won't be a day that 
goes by that I won't think of you Bandit. You will always be in my 
heart. Mama loves you!