In memory of Woody
Woody died on May 26th at home with his family.
My Grandpa Roger gave Woody to me when I was only a few months old. My grandpa also died a few months ago. It was sad, and now it is very sad that Woody has died too. I guess they can be in heaven together now.
Woody got his name when we found him in the woods, left behind almost starving at only 3 months old. My grandpa brought him home, fed him, gave him a bath and took him to see the vet. After a month my grandpa got him healthy and gave him to me, but my Mom and Dad took care of him because I was only a baby then, but as soon as I could crawl and walk we were best friends ever since.
I remember when I used to sit on him when he was sleeping, I would pretend he was my horse. I loved when he would play with me, where ever I went he was always right with me. We took him on walks and one time he pulled my Mom down on her bottom to try and see this other dog that was barking at us from his yard, it was funny.
Woody would protect me, my sister, Mom and Dad no matter what, we thought he was so brave. The only time Woody would get scared and we would have to pretect him and make him feel safe was during thunder storms and around the 4th of July fireworks. The loud noise would scare him so bad that if we weren’t home with him to tell him it was ok and make him feel better, he would jump the fence or climb out the windows and runaway, he never did go far but I would be scared until we found him.
Woody made lots of friends in his life, everyone who met him loved him although some were scared or grossed out by his slobber, I thought it was funny when he would slim someone. He had two best four legged friends, Boe and Dakota. I know they are going to miss him too.
The best life of a dog named Woody and his owner Sierra has ended. I will always have the memories and love he gave me. Love you Woody.
By: Sierra McCartney. age 10
My Sister Jasmine also helped my write this for Woody, we will all miss him very much.