Calley Stone, One of the family, even in her death.

May, 1988 to February, 1999

pet photo

I was there when she was born, and I watched
her grow up to be part of the family. She
faithfully slept with all of us, just to
take turns watching us while we slept. I
can remember showing pictures of her to my
teachers and friends in school, Fourth
Grade at the time. She was my rock sometimes
when life became too hard for me. She
listened, and it seemed as though she
understood exactly what I was going through.
Unfortunately, I couldn't be there at the
end of her journey. But everyone in our
family will miss her greatly.

Blue Island