Zappa came to me at a time when I needed someone to love me.

I was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes and was terribly depresesed and did not want to face the world. When he came to me, I put all of my love an energy in to him. He needed to be walked, and I had to face all of the people who would stop and ask what kind of dog he was...a few even asked if he was a bear!!! He was all black with a bit of white on his chest. Back then, you rarely saw an Afghan Hound walking the streets.

He gave me my life back, and a reason to go on.

When I was ill, he'd lie by my bedside. We were inseparable.

The day he passed was the worst day of my life.

He was at a Vet that would not allow me to visit him. Being very young, we adhered to what the Vet recommended, thought he knew best.

To this day, I regret not bringing in the Police to get me in to see my dog. Zappa was a confident dog, and I know he knew how much I loved him, but I still have regrets that I wasn't there with him when he passed.

He was my heart. We have his children and great and great, great Grandchildren so he lives on in them, but a day does not go by that I still miss him with all of my heart.

I sometimes think that he had to "move on" to help someone else that desperately needed him to help them along in life as he helped me.

I do not really believe in life after passing, but if there is a Heaven, I will not mind going as long as I can see him again and wrap my arms around him and kiss his gorgeous face.

I love you Zappa with all of my heart.