Then, for the next seven years you were the absolute light of my life.
Your personality was mellow, your companionship and love was all
encompassing, and you were a delight to be around… for me and all of my
friends and family.
You loved tame cats and nuzzled their fur, if they let you. But you were
pretty peeved on feral cats, and squirrels, and raccoons. You were extremely
fast and agile.
You were extraordinarily beautiful, having been on the receiving end of
the best of your breeds, and people in cars would stop and ask about you.
You loved your walks and would go get your leash and just about do backflips
down the hall getting ready to go.
You loved riding in the car and the wind blowing in your face was a real
treat, as was a good roll in the grass on a hot summer day.
You had many toys, but favorite of all was a ratty, tatty stuffed pig.
Saliva soaked and worn, Piggy was carried from room to room everywhere you
went, and you just about went into apoplexy whenever she was laundered.
Who knows why a beautiful little girl, only eight years old, would
develop cancer of the sinus. Life is not fair, but you endured so many tests
and biopsies with such grace and loving patience. You were a wonder. When
the final diagnosis was received you couldn't breathe out of the right side
of your nose and your right eye bulged from the tumor. You were very quiet
and listless during your final two days, and it was so necessary for me to
be with you to talk and love and be together.
Then, when you could endure no more, Mama (with the help of a wonderful
and compassionate veterinarian) sent you to the Rainbow Bridge to romp and
play and wait for me to finally greet you again.
You are, forever, my darling little girl. My dolly. My precious baby. I
will see you again, and we will be together on the other side of the Bridge.
August 9, 2001
posted August 21, 2001