My beautiful Dream. You were a beautiful dog. And I'll admit it was your beauty that first attracted me to you. But it wasn't long til you lady-like manners and gentle disposition made me fall deeply in love with you.

You were the first dog I purchased with a guarantee for show quality and I had great plans for you. Unfortunately, your breeder wasn't as reputable as I thought and I didn't know any better. You had the beauty and you had the brains, but sadly, you weren't meant for the show ring. After I showed how much of a novice I was by following your breeder's orders unquestioningly and putting my heart and soul into showing you, I realized that. Because of trying to show you, I gained experience that helped me decide for myself what to look for in a show poodle. The experience was not in vain.

Dream, you were indeed a beautiful dog. I would never want to imply that you weren't. You possessed grace, beauty and refinement. You took this novice and helped me learn the art of show grooming, blowing out a coat, applying oil, wrappers; and through it all you maintained such a wonderful sense of humor and joy of life.

I often imagine I still see you, lying on the couch, your head held high and your front legs crossed, so lady-like. For you were always a lady. You never met a stranger and believed everyone was put on this earth to love you.

My life went into a confusing time. I felt you would be better off with a friend of mine. You never returned to me. You had several vet checks in your short life. You had received anesthesia twice for dental cleaning. I thought you enjoyed perfect health. An autopsy showed a whole in your heart. Your heart that was so loving. The pain of losing you was doubled by the fact that I was not with you at the time. I know you forgive me but it still hurts.

While living with my friend, you met Ch. Dalin Calligraphy and you left me something very precious, your son, TLC's-Dream Boy. Thank you Dream, not only for Dream Boy, but for being you. I love you.