I have a favor to ask.
If you know someone with a real talent for throwing a ball, who now resides in heaven, would you please ask him to throw a ball for Topper?
Ask him to throw the ball real far. She can run like the wind and never tires of a good game of ball. It's a win/win game.
Topper was a thinking dog with joyful heart and a sweet smile. She was the smartest dog I've ever known. The sparkle of intelligence and curiosity in her eyes is unforgettable. She was dedicated to me and to ball.
She came into my life when I needed her most, just as Cutter Bill was making his exit, then my dad, then my mom. She made me smile in the toughest of times.
I will miss her until the day I die. And, then, I'll greet her at the gates of heaven with a ball and a huge grin that matches hers and I'll say...
Play Ball, Topper! Play Ball!