When I first saw Trixie I knew I had to have her.
She was so full of life I fell in love with her the minute I saw her.
I asked her if she wanted to come home with me and she hopped
in the back of the truck without any hesitation.
From then on we knew we were meant for each other.
She has been my friend and protector.
I used to laugh at her because she always followed me around
the house getting under my feet.
She would bark at the window whenever she saw people
walking down the road or in our driveway.
She would run down the hallway looking for me to make
sure I was ok then run back to the window and start her barking.
She would always come back to me with this look on her face as
to say “ok mom I scared them away..your safe now”
When we went for long walks I would call her bunny because when
ever she got excited she would hop around outside like
a big bunny with her hind legs tucked underneath
her and bouncing.
She would sleep with me at nights and keep me warm.
I used to laugh at her for taking up so much room sometimes when
she stretched on the bed she was home..she was safe.
In the mornings when I would wake up she would be
staring at me waiting for me to get up and take her for her
morning stroll sometimes if I didn’t get up quick enough for her
she would use her body and slide around the frame of the bed
from one corner to the other pushing the mattress to get me up.
It became our morning ritual.
Other times she would run to the hallway pick up her leash
and plop it at my feet.
When we got her brother Sebastian a few years later,
to keep her company she took to him right away.
But she had her turf and she made sure he knew.
Sebastian had no problems with that he let her do her own thing.
They constantly played all the time like to kids.
On March 2 2002 everything came to a head.
We woke up to find Trixie not her usual self
she couldn’t walk was cold and pale.
We rushed her to her vet and within hours she was dying.
We had to put her to sleep.
There was nothing more the vet could do for her.
Her body was collapsing.
At that moment my life fell apart.
I had the opportunity to be with her so she wasn’t alone,
I told her that I loved her and thanked her for giving
me so much joy.
She passed away knowing her mom and dad were with her
and knowing how much we loved her.
We buried her in the family’s pet cemetery on
Monday March 4th.
The grief of this great loss will be forever in my heart.
She is sadly missed every day.
She was my baby girl.
I know the Creator is watching over her and her spirit
will live among us forever.
Dorothy
| Trixie Ann (Baby Girl) |
| Dorothy McLeod |