Dulcie was so much a part of my life that I took her for granted like my arm or leg I assumed would always be there. Everywhere I went, she went along, weather permitting. She made me laugh out loud even when I was battling depression. She was always near me without being obtrusive or asking for anything. She just wanted to be with me. When she died, a big part of me died too. I love her still and
think about her every day.
Dulcie, my sweet angel girl,
| Dulcie |
| Lydia Rainieri |