You were the only reminder I had of your Champion parents, our first 2 wheatens. I kept you to show and partly because Robin would not give you up. I didn’t mind as you were not only pretty, but sweet as well. It was disappointing to find out that you needed vaginal surgery and spaying when you were just four months old. I cried, we all cried, but I was determined to keep you anyway.
I secretly worried that someone would abuse you in case you had an accident on the floor, and I just could not have tolerated that someone might do that to you. So you stayed. You were a wonderful pet and Robin confessed all her secrets to you.
When she left for college you were an old dog, but made the trip with us whenever we could take you. It was not until Robin left to study in Europe that you began to suffer in her absence. My friend Kathy came to take you out for shopping and for car rides while we were at work, and you were always cheered by her company. Then one day, you did not come home. At 12, you had packed your bags and moved to Kathy’s quieter house and rallied in all the attention.
So now, some three years later, you are gone just two days, and I weep for you selfishly. I know that you had a great life and Kathy was your person. But I feel so robbed of your senior years and your antics, that my tears are bittersweet.
Just in case you ever doubted our love, I had to write this, just to let you know how I tried to do what was best for you. Now I will rest and await your ashes to come home…………….
Home to Lonestar, where you began,
| Melody |
| Wendy Neill |