In Loving Memory of Skittles Louise Johnson 02/19/2025 As you chase the cows in the sky, I remember the first day I met you. You were a mere 3 days old, so small, the finest of black hair covering your pretty face. It wasn’t until our paths crossed again 3 weeks later that I knew my life would never be the same. Your siblings were so curious about the stranger who came to check them out, but not you. You looked at me, gave a slight nod, and turned yourself away. In that moment, I knew you were the one I had to win over. I spent the next two weeks visiting you daily, trying to bribe you to come to me, but you stood your ground, stubborn and strong-willed. Until that one day. You were 5 ½ weeks old, just a little ball of fur, and you chose me. You let me into your world, and from that moment on, you made me yours. Skittles Louise Johnson, you were more than just a pet; you were my heart, my confidant, my joy. You taught me patience, resilience, and the kind of love that words can never truly capture. Though your paws no longer walk this earth, your spirit will forever run free, chasing cows among the stars. You were my companion, my shadow, my friend. You were, and always will be, the best part of my days. Rest easy, Skittles. Until we meet again.
Skittles
