This letter from Pat to Bandit was written on Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Dear Bandit,

You were my best friend for almost twenty years. When I got you, you were so small, I could hold you in the palm of one hand. You were the runt of the litter and we never fiqured out what breed you were, but you were the best compainon I could have ever asked for. Even six years later, there isn't a day that I don't think of you. I used to say that in a past life, you must have been an Old Jewish Banker. You had that hack when you coughed and when I would pour my piggy bank on the floor, you would kick it around and stare intently at it till some one made it jingle again. When I came home from work at night, you were always so excited to see me. I would get hugs and kisses for ten minutes after I sat down. I remember how you used to do your rounds ever night before bed and check the kids in bed, only after that were you ready to come and snuggle in bed with me. You made sure all was well in the world before we went to sleep. the day I had to put you to sleep was as hard as the day I buried Tony. That is a heartache I will always carry with me. To me the loss was just as deep as losing Tony. I pray at night that God has you and Tony in heaven together again.

Missing You,