“Wally came into my life as an abused little old dog. He had been in a puppy mill all his life. Wally had only one way to communicate with everyone. He grunted with pleasure and he grunted with displeasure. As a geriatric nurse, Wally was my everyday patient but more than that Wally was my everyday companion. He had simple pleasures. Wally liked to roll in the grass, sleep under my bed, ride with the car window down and occasionally eat small pieces of grilled chicken. He was a sweet, sweet boy who always welcomed me at the kitchen door. I miss seeing that little face awaiting my arrival home. How fortunate I was to have had Wally with me for such a short time. We understood each other. What a wonderful gift of friendship!”
To Wally from Annette
