Our Furry Angel

We finally
got a house.

It was my mom's
first
and it was nice
and big
and ours.

We got dogs too.

3 of them.

Life was good.

We were happy.

The dogs too.

Until the economy
went to shit.

My mom
could no longer
afford much
of anything.

She lost
her house,
her mind,
her dog.

His name was Jett.

A family friend
took him in.

They had a daughter
who had cancer.

They met.

Jett
made her smile.

The first time
since she was given
her death wish.

She forgot about
everything
and just played
with him.

He was her miracle.

People may not believe it,
but he
took her cancer
away.

She went on
to become a child
once more.

He gave her life.

He gave his life.

After he died,
everyone
was devastated.

We had lost
our furry angel.

But,
he did
his part.

He did
what the doctors
failed at.

Repeatedly.

All of this
happened
for a reason.

We wouldn't
take back
a single
moment.