Remembering A Friend

A few months back, my parents had to put down my dog, Sparky. She was almost 15, had problems with vision & hearing among a long list of other things, so she lived her life. However, that didn't take away from the fact that I felt as though I'd lost a member of my family. This past week I decided the best way to remember her would be to have a portrait of her tattooed on my right arm. It's important to remember those that touched your life, I grew up with Sparky from the time we got her when I was 9, she will always be considered a part of my family. So this is how I will always remember her, as my best friend.