Happy Birthday Son......
Dearest Goliath,
November 9th, 2004....you would have been 14 years old. It seems like just yesterday that we were celebrating your 13th birthday with cake, presents, party hats, silly plastic leis and our wonderful friends. I can't believe that next month will be a year since you had to leave us to go find Dad and Hannah. I still miss you terribly but understand why you had to go. I think of you everyday still and probably always will...you were just that special to me. You were one of a kind and although my heart is still missing you, my memories are all good and I can now even talk about you with a smile and even laugh when I remember all your silly ways. None of us will ever ever forget that stunt at the Burger King drive-through window....Oh Goliath...what a guy you were! So buddy, you enjoy your party tomorrow at the bridge and I know there will be plenty of french fries for everyone.
Jack says he is sorry he used to bite your legs because he is know getting paid back for all those times....Yep, Jaimee bites him just like he used to bite you...Do you have anything to do with that??? LOL....payback is H*LL, huh!
Take care big guy....and thanks for introducing me to all the fun, love and devotion that only a Boxer can bring to one's life. birthdayic Love, Mom
