bagman67
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My friends, I am heartbroken. Our lovely dog, Trixie, AKA Beatrix Bubbeleh Baloney Samwich, has gone on to the great meadow in the sky.
We adopted Trixie as a 12-week old pup from a rescue organization who saved her very pregnant mother from euthanasia. Out of a litter of eleven pups, Trixie was the calmest, most affectionate pup in the bunch, and we had second pick. Luckily the family ahead of us chose the most rambunctious boy-pup, and we got our gentle girl. Our first impression was borne out for her entire life. Trixie was calm, always in touch with whoever needed some love, and gentle to a fault. Never a hint of aggression over toys or food, always happy to meet a new friend, whether animal or human, and tremendously patient with our little one, who inflicted the most absurd indignities on her as he went through toddlerhood. She endured those indignities in utter serenity. But she was never a dignified lady. She was a goofball, a doofus, a silly girl. This photo is a classic shot of her - legs in the air, belly exposed for tummy rubs, and expectant.
Trixie remained a frisky and loving girl until the very end. The week of Thanksgiving she began to have difficulty hopping off the couch, and by the end of November could not stand without help. Yesterday we had to let her go, and now our house is empty in the way only a house that has lost a beloved family member can be.
My friends, I give you my Trixie, whose ability to love and be loved, and to accept strangers as new friends, is one we can all learn from.
We adopted Trixie as a 12-week old pup from a rescue organization who saved her very pregnant mother from euthanasia. Out of a litter of eleven pups, Trixie was the calmest, most affectionate pup in the bunch, and we had second pick. Luckily the family ahead of us chose the most rambunctious boy-pup, and we got our gentle girl. Our first impression was borne out for her entire life. Trixie was calm, always in touch with whoever needed some love, and gentle to a fault. Never a hint of aggression over toys or food, always happy to meet a new friend, whether animal or human, and tremendously patient with our little one, who inflicted the most absurd indignities on her as he went through toddlerhood. She endured those indignities in utter serenity. But she was never a dignified lady. She was a goofball, a doofus, a silly girl. This photo is a classic shot of her - legs in the air, belly exposed for tummy rubs, and expectant.
Trixie remained a frisky and loving girl until the very end. The week of Thanksgiving she began to have difficulty hopping off the couch, and by the end of November could not stand without help. Yesterday we had to let her go, and now our house is empty in the way only a house that has lost a beloved family member can be.
My friends, I give you my Trixie, whose ability to love and be loved, and to accept strangers as new friends, is one we can all learn from.
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