Misty had the softest tummy, and I was always nuzzling her. The dearest thing she would do was put her paws on the side of my face and look in my face like she was saying "Don't, Mommy!" and then I'd always get a kiss on my nose! We always had our special time, right before bedtime. I would lie on the floor beside her pillow and we would talk, nuzzle and love. That was how we ended each day. Misty loved to go for a ride, but she always wanted to drive! She became familiar enough with roads that she knew when we made a particular turn it would lead to a Tastee Freeze or Dairy Queen. And she would get some ice cream. She could count, too; she knew it was Daddy first, then Mommy, and then Misty. And sometimes when Daddy lost count she knew and let us know with a soft whimper.|
What a joy she was; 16 years was not nearly long enough. Today (9/3) marks 6 years since she crossed the Rainbow Bridge - and it isn't any easier without her. But now her Daddy has joined her over the Rainbow Bridge; I know she was glad to greet him!