In loving memory of Britney
You were my tiny white Maltese whirlwind—ten pounds of pure joy, always exploding with excitement at the sight of anyone. You’d spin, leap, and bark with delight, then demand our dance: paws on my chest, tail whipping, licking my face like I was your whole world.
Sweet to everyone, wild in the best way—you never bit, but if someone didn’t pass your test, you’d bark like the fierce little boss you were.
The house is quieter now, but I still feel your spirit. I miss you terribly, my sweet girl. I’ll keep dancing for us both.
