Poppy 1/16/09 to 12/17/10

Poppy went to sleep and just never woke up. She was 23 months and 1 day old. As hard as loosing one of my babies is, Poppy's death was the most peaceful I have yet to experience, although very much unexpected. She was fine the night before, playing and eating. She did have the rather large mammary tumor that had returned after being removed once, but it really did not seem to bother her that much. Poppy loved life and was excited about everything she encountered. She loved everything and was an extremely busy little girl and always looked like she had an actual smile on her face. Rest peacefully my sweet girl, you will always be my baby.