My little old dog: A heart-beat at my feet.
- Edith Wharton
Beloved bichon frise baby girl. I brought her home shortly after the passing of our first dog, Daisy Mae Davis, back in February of 1999. My wife, who had so recently lost Daisy, was not very happy with me for doing this, but it was only a matter of minutes before Dolly stole her heart forever. The feeling was mutual, and she immediately became a "mama's girl," which lasted for the duration of her all-too-short, 12-year life.
Dolly was a natural agility dog, and she loved to run and play with absolute abandon. She especially loved playing "nose soccer" (almost every dog owner knows this game, don't we?) and relaxing in her little, blue plastic "simmins pool." Dolly reveled in her canine olfactory abilities, relishing sniffing out little bits of food—AKA "illegal schnibbles"—left behind at the local elementary school's outdoor eating area, which just happened to be right next to her favorite exercise field. This often earned her a half-hearted "Bad dog!" from her mama or me; but seriously, how could anyone ever get truly angry at a little sweety like her?
Our little baby was diagnosed with cancer in early 2011, and she fought it as best she could, but in the end we just couldn't let her suffer any more. She passed away in her home, surrounded by her toys and wearing her beloved Spongebob Squarepants sweater, with mama and papa holding her close.
She was the sweetest little doggy ever, and I thank God for her presence, her pure joy in living, and the way she loved us without question. Butterflies are free, and so are you, darling little girl. We love you forever, sweet punkin.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then, when I die, I want to go where they all went." - Will Rogers
- Edith Wharton
Beloved bichon frise baby girl. I brought her home shortly after the passing of our first dog, Daisy Mae Davis, back in February of 1999. My wife, who had so recently lost Daisy, was not very happy with me for doing this, but it was only a matter of minutes before Dolly stole her heart forever. The feeling was mutual, and she immediately became a "mama's girl," which lasted for the duration of her all-too-short, 12-year life.
Dolly was a natural agility dog, and she loved to run and play with absolute abandon. She especially loved playing "nose soccer" (almost every dog owner knows this game, don't we?) and relaxing in her little, blue plastic "simmins pool." Dolly reveled in her canine olfactory abilities, relishing sniffing out little bits of food—AKA "illegal schnibbles"—left behind at the local elementary school's outdoor eating area, which just happened to be right next to her favorite exercise field. This often earned her a half-hearted "Bad dog!" from her mama or me; but seriously, how could anyone ever get truly angry at a little sweety like her?
Our little baby was diagnosed with cancer in early 2011, and she fought it as best she could, but in the end we just couldn't let her suffer any more. She passed away in her home, surrounded by her toys and wearing her beloved Spongebob Squarepants sweater, with mama and papa holding her close.
She was the sweetest little doggy ever, and I thank God for her presence, her pure joy in living, and the way she loved us without question. Butterflies are free, and so are you, darling little girl. We love you forever, sweet punkin.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then, when I die, I want to go where they all went." - Will Rogers
My little old dog: A heart-beat at my feet.
- Edith Wharton
Beloved bichon frise baby girl. I brought her home shortly after the passing of our first dog, Daisy Mae Davis, back in February of 1999. My wife, who had so recently lost Daisy, was not very happy with me for doing this, but it was only a matter of minutes before Dolly stole her heart forever. The feeling was mutual, and she immediately became a "mama's girl," which lasted for the duration of her all-too-short, 12-year life.
Dolly was a natural agility dog, and she loved to run and play with absolute abandon. She especially loved playing "nose soccer" (almost every dog owner knows this game, don't we?) and relaxing in her little, blue plastic "simmins pool." Dolly reveled in her canine olfactory abilities, relishing sniffing out little bits of food—AKA "illegal schnibbles"—left behind at the local elementary school's outdoor eating area, which just happened to be right next to her favorite exercise field. This often earned her a half-hearted "Bad dog!" from her mama or me; but seriously, how could anyone ever get truly angry at a little sweety like her?
Our little baby was diagnosed with cancer in early 2011, and she fought it as best she could, but in the end we just couldn't let her suffer any more. She passed away in her home, surrounded by her toys and wearing her beloved Spongebob Squarepants sweater, with mama and papa holding her close.
She was the sweetest little doggy ever, and I thank God for her presence, her pure joy in living, and the way she loved us without question. Butterflies are free, and so are you, darling little girl. We love you forever, sweet punkin.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then, when I die, I want to go where they all went." - Will Rogers
- Edith Wharton
Beloved bichon frise baby girl. I brought her home shortly after the passing of our first dog, Daisy Mae Davis, back in February of 1999. My wife, who had so recently lost Daisy, was not very happy with me for doing this, but it was only a matter of minutes before Dolly stole her heart forever. The feeling was mutual, and she immediately became a "mama's girl," which lasted for the duration of her all-too-short, 12-year life.
Dolly was a natural agility dog, and she loved to run and play with absolute abandon. She especially loved playing "nose soccer" (almost every dog owner knows this game, don't we?) and relaxing in her little, blue plastic "simmins pool." Dolly reveled in her canine olfactory abilities, relishing sniffing out little bits of food—AKA "illegal schnibbles"—left behind at the local elementary school's outdoor eating area, which just happened to be right next to her favorite exercise field. This often earned her a half-hearted "Bad dog!" from her mama or me; but seriously, how could anyone ever get truly angry at a little sweety like her?
Our little baby was diagnosed with cancer in early 2011, and she fought it as best she could, but in the end we just couldn't let her suffer any more. She passed away in her home, surrounded by her toys and wearing her beloved Spongebob Squarepants sweater, with mama and papa holding her close.
She was the sweetest little doggy ever, and I thank God for her presence, her pure joy in living, and the way she loved us without question. Butterflies are free, and so are you, darling little girl. We love you forever, sweet punkin.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then, when I die, I want to go where they all went." - Will Rogers
