I raised labs all my life. I couldn’t ever imagine having a little “yapper” like a toy poodle. Then my best friend in this whole world, my grandmother, gifted me this adorable 7 week old little toy poodle. My grandmother was actively losing her battle with breast cancer. So I took in this sweet little puppy and named her Hope. Hope, because that’s what we needed to get my grandmother through at the time. Hope because that yappy little poodle would eventuality become the only piece of my grandmother that I had left. And that happy little poodle became my first child. She went with me everywhere. She experienced everything with me, right along my side. She’s was there for my first human baby, then the second, then the third. She put up with all the hair tugs and cries and fits these fur-less babies threw her way and despite their less than delightful treatment towards her, she LOVED my fur-less babies. She was there for me during the happy times, and the times where the darkness closed me in leaving me unable to see the light. Her fur held endless amounts of my tears. Here we are, 9 way too short, years later and I can’t imagine life without that yappy little poodle who stole my heart and ran away with it. She is preceded in death by her original owner and my grandmother Christine Kay. Breast cancer took my two best friends away from me in this life. She is survived by her fur-less babies Todd, Jacob, and Paisley, her mama and best friend Mishaila and her daddy Zachary. July 7th 2013 to June 2nd 2022. I will miss you always my sweet girl. 
