This trip was my last trip with Chevin; she has already stopped eating much then. Even though it was a really short stop by in Atlanta before my Fall quarter as a painting major, the place was new built guest house for travelers. The windows reflected nothing but greenery and much light during the day and the place was perfect for three of us. Swimming in the swimming pool while Chevin roamed around barking at the host lady was a memory in the evening. We shopped around Atlanta and went to pet stores to find different kinds of food to feed her but she ate only tiny bit. But she still walked around the small backyard walking path with me often during the day. I still remember her in the tiny two piece pink shirt with denim skirt trotting around wherever we go; and I miss that a lot. Thanks to Hoya for driving all the way from Oklahoma to Georgia with Chevin, and being next to us during our last trip.
