My beloved pitbull was inherited from
My 48 yr old son when he lost his battle with glioblastoma. She was my friend, my comforter, my eyes, my ears, my protector and I told her many times every day that “Remi is a sweet girl, Remi is a pretty girl, Remi is a smart girl and Grandmommy loves Remi.” She lives on in my heart and soul and always will until we meet again for I don’t believe God would create a bond so strong to break it in eternity. Grandmommy loves
you Remi???
Remi
