by Jill
Who could have known that the stuffed lamb we gave her as a puppy would become her lifelong favourite toy?... and not just 'any' lamb, mind you, but one, that when its tail was pinched, played "Love Story" ~ ohmidog!! ~ how she seemed to hate that tune!!... but that didn't stop her from learning how to bite the tail and get it to play , all by herself... that poor lamb!! ... she would jump on it constantly, shaking it between her teeth ( even though it was 3/4 of her size) and biting it... and when finally it would 'play' for her , well, how can I put this?... she would "HUMP" the stuffing out of it!!!... a sign of female domination, or so I am told. ( like there's any other kind? )
At any rate, now that she has left us, it had occurred to me to cut off the lamb's tail and put it in the Urn with my Baby's ashes... so that she would have music with her, always... ~only one drawback ~ , my husband told me that if EVER he comes downstairs and hears that little tune playing... he'd be OUT THE FRONT DOOR, faster than a bullet!!!!
God Bless you, Misty Girl... you were a light in my life that can never be replaced and that death cannot extinguish...and you can rest assured that I am taking extra special care of your brother, Cliche'... you are my children and I shall love both of you forever... "and then, on the day after forever, we'll just begin again" ~/o