Funny how I remember her birthday every year. Maybe because it's
one of my best friends' birthday as well.
Missy came to us from a litter born from my uncle's dog.
Our first pick was a male, but he was too hyper and we traded
him in for one of his female litter mates. She blended perfectly
and became a member of our family for 14 1/2 years.
A mutt in the very best sense of the word, she was a companion,
guardian, playmate and clown.
Her was a good girl. Yes her am was.
Little dogs leave big holes.
So sweet. I had a 6 lb pom for 13 years. She was black which was appropriate because she was my constant shadow. I still miss her curled up right beside me. She didn't care for my lap, but stuck like glue to my side whenever I sat down. I taught her at a very early age to fall over "dead" when I pointed my finger gun at her and said "bang bang". She was my aweet Bonnie.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. And, yes....they leave big holes in our lives. I have a "canyon" in mine.
ReplyDeleteAmen. Love the quote...Little dogs leave big holes.
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