In April of 1999 Tria was the last pup left in her litter. Is this all thats left I asked? The owner said sorry shes it. 2 previous litters had nothing click for me. Here sat a puppy half the size of the others I had visited with a big mole on the top of her head. Her whole body fit in both my hands and there was nothing to her. She looked at me and gave me one lick and I was hers. Though the smallest Tria had the biggest heart and warmest spirit. She became my soulmate of dogs in my lifetime. Her weight topped out at 100 lbs which was too much for her tiny frame and though she looked like a killer she never once showed her teeth to anyone. Tria became a Registered Therapy Dog and Canine Good Citizen and touched many lives especially those of our Veterans. The sick and elderly would shy from her until they saw her gentleness then they wanted to know when she would return. She made a good name for a breed given a bad rap. Tria was always healthy but on July 17, 2009 at 10 ½ years she came down with a very aggressive cancer. August 2 Tria’s spirit went to the entrance of the Rainbow Bridge and is waiting for me. Tria’s grave of her eartly body is buried not far from my bedroom window so I can say good morning sunshine and goodnight my bestest dog, see you soon. My arms and her bed are empty but she has placed a paw print on my heart that will NEVER go away and I cannot wait for our spirits to join again. I hope she is waiting for me by the side of my loving mother. I miss you my little soldier.
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