For some inexplicable reason you always smelled like bananas when you were a puppy. We called you “JoulieNanas” until the end…
You were my first dog – my first, not belonging to anyone else, mine. You stood up on your back legs and danced a little “WiggleButt” dance for me when I first saw you. Your body was all white save for your head and one large heart shaped patch on your flank. I knew you had to be mine. You were always at my heels, doing silly things, eating things you weren’t supposed to. You would always lick my nose if I held you up and asked “Joulie, do you love me?” As you got older, you got fuzzier and fuzzier. You started to look like a little tiny sheep, especially in the winter when your coat was thick and long. You became my inspiration, and started my love of all things lamb and sheep. 
I was holding you until the very end, and I swear I smelled those bananas again. I know I did the right thing, that you’ve found peace and comfort. Your Gibbs was waiting for you and I know you two crazy little leprechauns are chasing squirrels and climbing trees.
This is the last picture I have of you. Your LittleMiss took it while playing with Mommy’s camera, and I will treasure it always. 
Rest peacefully my little FuzzySheep. I’m sorry I couldn’t fix you. Be at peace, and watch over us always.