Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
My oldest sister (she's older than God and I say so because she'll probably read this) sent me this obituary recently. I have her permission to publish it here:
It was a dark and stormy night --------
Actually it was a cold, icy night in February, almost fourteen years ago, I found a little white puppy on the street out in the country. Her fur had gotten wet and had frozen on her body and she looked like a little white porcupine. I took her home, thawed her out and appropriately named her Snowball.
She grew up to be a beautiful dog, loving the country life, a little aggressive towards some of her siblings, well, really all of her siblings. She loved sleeping outside in the winter, loved sleeping inside right under an open air conditioning vent in the summer. Whenever someone spent the night, she always slept right outside their room. Don’t know if she thought they needed protection, or if she was protecting me, in case they would roam the house during the night.
This past six months or so hasn’t been the best time of her life. She developed arthritis and had muscle atrophy and couldn’t get around so well – but she still had total control of “her” food dish (and everyone else’s) --- a single growl could send everybody ducking for cover.
Last Friday morning was a normal morning – we all had our morning snacks and went for a walk all over the back yard. When I arrived home Friday evening, Snowball was down – she couldn’t get her legs to co-operate and get herself up. I gave her some pain pills thru the night and by morning she was sleeping so I decided to let her get some rest (all of us needed some sleep) ‘cause when Snowball ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!!! The day went on and still she was in pain and couldn’t get up.
K. came out that evening and we rigged up a makeshift gurney to get her to the car. Emergency clinic vet said there wasn’t anything they could do to make her walk again or to even be comfortable. So Snowball is running around in heaven now with all her buds and she isn’t in pain anymore. I sent kisses with her for everyone already there ---
Isn't it nice to know that Snowball took kisses to Harper and all of her friends who went to Heaven before her?
I'm grateful that Snowball had so many happy years living with my sister. She probably thought she had gone to Heaven when my sister took her home.
Infinities of love and wishes for a blessed Thanksgiving,