Please people..if you ever hit someone's dog...please stop and say something to the owners..."I'm sorry"...would do. Hopey was killed in a hit-and-run on December 23rd 2000.

I rescued Hopey from the dog pound in 1992, but it was more like he rescued me (hence the name hope). At that time, he was approximately 8 months old. He was a faithful companion to me until 1995 at which time I moved to an apartment where I could not keep him. As a result, I took him to live with some friends in the country (1 hour away). Hopey became "our" dog and he often slept at my feet when I would visit. I would make it a habit to bring him treats each time.

The last time I visited (thanksgiving), I didnt bring a him a treat. I had plans to bring a treat during my plaaned visit on Christmas Eve, but I didn't get and opportunity to do so.

Hopey, thank you for all the fun, love, and loyalty you gave me. You were truly a blessing to me, and will always be loved and remembered.