My Name is
Newman...
My Father let me pick my own name by trying/calling me by many names until I really found one I really liked... Newman.
I looked at my father with great interest when he called me by my new name.
I like selfies and posing for photos...
I also really really liked playing in the snow...
More selfies!
Flower time!
School Girl Pose!
My Dad says I had eyes like Paul Newman...
My Mom loves me so much she leaves me with lipstick everyday before work...
My dad commissioned a painting of my favorite Selfie...
After 15 years of traveling in the USA and a really wonderful home life... I started to feel a little sick. I tried my best to stay brave for my mom and dad, trying with great strength to walk and pretend everything was normal... but everything wasn't normal, my poor body started letting me down.
Last Sunday I spent HOURS and HOURS sleeping outside under a beautiful tree in our front yard... my dad by my side watching me with love.
Sunday night I ate a really great rib eye dinner cooked by my dad...
Monday morning, my Mom and Dad took me to the wonderful veterinarian by our home for a visit... I could barely hold my head up to see.
I was so very tired and sick... I could not smile.
It's okay daddy... please be strong... I just want to sleep.
my wonderful mom gave me one last kiss, and you know what... ALL DOGS DO INDEED GO TO HEAVEN!