Prissy, you and your “brother”, Jimmy, are together now, waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for those you loved in this life to cross over with you to the next. You were yourself to the end, curious, funny, affectionate, and devoted to your “Boy”, and to the “Girl” he brought into your life. I know that you heard both of their voices saying good-bye as you made your way to where Jimmy waited. And although your ashes lie next to his in the backyard you both loved, your spirits are romping in the green grasses of that special place at the foot of the Bridge.
You are missed, Puppy Girl.
| Prissy |
| The Scott Family |