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Date: September 23, 2012
Princess came to us from AABR in 2001 at a time when everything we had
known was changing. She was a constant for us – something stable,
something good - and our first rescue dog. She was a busy youngster who
grew into a sweetheart of an old girl. She barked a bunch, passed gas at
will, licked her belly raw and wiped her dirty lips on the couch or us.
And I’m not a good enough writer to convey how much we loved that dog.
She had a nub of a tail that we’re convinced was cropped by an amateur.
It just wasn’t quite right. It was just long enough to sound like a knock
at the door and when she wagged, her whole butt shook. She "talked” for
attention, especially when you were giving it to another person or pet.
And even earlier this week, she was still making the run around the shed
with the pit bull. She’d only make it around once or twice in recent
years but she’d make it.
Princess
was my weekend co-pilot on rides to the produce store, preferring to sit
up like a person unless her big ears were flying in the breeze out the
window. I swear she knew what time it was and what clothes I was wearing
and thus, could tell the difference between a workday and a weekend.
In the last year, she passed her Canine Good Citizen test and became a
therapy dog. We volunteered at the hospital where I work. She was known
to the staff and loved to lie around at a nurse’s station tapping the
floor with her tail while lounging on her side. We could go on and on
about her, but will sum it up by saying she epitomized unconditional
love…..with four paws, dirty lips and a “voice” we’ll miss hearing when we
get home.
Heather Smith
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