Hey there Sweetie Boo!!! I can't believe it's been 4 years!! I miss you so much! I remember finding you on the road--a wee thing tossed out of a car, covered in fleas and burrs, and Dad telling me to just leave you! That didn't happen. I bundled you up and brought you home. We had some issues (potty training being the biggest!) But we fell in love you and I. Then everyone who met you fell in love, but they all knew you were "Jodi's dog"! We walked thru the woods and pastures enjoying the great outdoors (and the treats in my pocket), you loved all the kitties, especially "your kitty" Amber who met you at the Bridge. I never dreamed I'd have over 15 years with you!! Well, I never dreamed I'd get attached to a dog--after all I was a "cat person", dogs were smelly and noisy and obnoxious, then you had to come along and show me dogs are loving, loyal, smart and very, very intuitive. So we went along, loving each other, walking our walks. Suddenly, one day you were a little older, a little slower and our walks were just to get the mail and paper at the end of the lane. You'd still flop in the snow on a good winter's day and roll a bit, jump up and smile at me (you did smile you know). I still remember the phone call from the doc telling me I had cancer (didn't handle that one real well did I!!??) You sat there while Dad and I cried, when I told Dad to go outside to give me some time you were there by my side, just there sitting and looking at me. When I went to the hospital Dad said you didn't eat. That's the first thing you did when I came home!!! Then we started the "treatments"!! Bless you!! I'd come home exhausted, pissed off, sick and hating the world--throw my little hissy fits and selfpitying and you'd stand next to me waiting. I'd get over it, fall onto the bed, and there you would be--fused next to me with doggy kisses on my cheek. Of course I would make sure I fed you and give you treats during all of it. We got thru it, you and I, I told you things I never told anyone else, you let me cry all over you (Lord, you were soaking some nites!!!) Then "treatments" were over and everything was normal!! Except you were very old, and not yourself. I remember when you went outside to potty--you laid down and couldn't get up, Jay and I got a blanket, put you on it and brought you in. You were never able to get up again, I still feel guilty, I waited as long as I could, hoping and praying you would stand up and run again, but doc said it wouldn't happen. So your last nite I put my quilt next to yours and slept next to you and again your fur soaked up my tears, and you looked at me, again telling me everything was okay. It took a couple of years, then Dad found a dog---skinny, with fleas, full of burrs--her name is Maggie (I'm sure you know), I told him to leave her there, but he didn't, he bundled her up and brought her home. We've got some issues (potty training being the biggest), she's known as "Jodi's dog", she's fused to my side. We take walks thru the woods and pasture (with treats). I keep telling her she's no Boo-Boo, and she looks at me knowingly as we walk down the lane to get the mail and paper, she flops in the snow and smiles at me. She has a cat -- Bubbles -- that's another story -- I think you send sad little frozen, skinny, flea ridden animals here!!! I'm sure you sent Maggie to me!! Well, Dad said you did, you knew I needed doggy kisses on my cheek. God be with you my love, my sweetie, my Boo!!