Dearest Dash, our sweetest baby. Born with a deformed leg,you spent your days hiding in bushes, under benches as a stray. you cannot run fast, nor can you climb stairs. You were ever so loving and always asked for hugs. All you wanted was to be held, to be told you are a good boy. Dear Dash, no one knew what exactly happened. Your blood count went chaotic. We finally lost you and it had been so painful for us. But we hope you are at peace now. May God watch over you... Love you LOTS!