I lost my Wee Rat Prince

Yesterday, my dog was killed by the neighbor’s dogs. He would have turned four in June. His name was Opie, but I called him my “wee rat prince” in a fake Scottish accent. He answered to both Opie and Wee Rat Prince. He was so loving and sweet. I have a little 13 month old son who adored him, but now he will never know or remember my Opie Pie. Both of my parents have passed on, but I got Opie four months before my mom passed. She loved him so much, and he would look for her after she died. He was the sweetest soul. Now that he’s gone, my son will never know him or my parents. The house is so quiet now without him. I love you, Opie. I’ll never forget you.