Author: Angela

My beloved Justine was a tiny dog with a great, big, loving heart. She was very, very brave. She was a supervisory dog, who followed me around to make sure I was doing things properly. She was interested in everything and liked to meet new people — whom she flirted with shamelessly. She would smile, and run around in circles. She inspected every inch of the yard on a regular basis, and enjoyed sniffing the flowers in the summer. She loved to have her tummy rubbed and to be scratched under her little ears.

She had delicate, graceful little paws, which she would nudge me with. She would sit beside me in my chair and roll over on her back to be petted. Then she would burrow her little head in the cushions until she had a punk hairdo.

She loved to eat and would have eaten until she exploded if I let her. I didn’t. I loved her so much, and she loved me.
She died in my arms.