I looked at my watch - 6.45pm. I could see the gates of doggy Heaven opening wide and there she was.....my little Jessie proudly walking in, head held high. No longer did she stumble and knock into things on the way. How many times in recent months have we watched her find her way into a corner and get stuck there, unable to negotiate her way out. Oh, but not now. There she is, my 'wee woman', sight restored and bound for bigger and better things. She's now the Jessie of old - hair neatly groomed and her skirts flowing like silk - eyes dark and just sparkling with life - her bib snowy white against her pure black coat - and with her 4 perfect snow-white boots just dancing her way into doggy Heaven.
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I know my girl - she's not sitting back with her feet up......she's up there looking about for someone to 'mother' - there'll be someone just like Jojo. Someone who needs looking after and before you know it Jessie will seek them out. She'll stick that jet-black nose under their ear, flip it back over their head and she'll be washing their ears out. She'll wash their face and give the eyes a good going over -no dirty faces when Jessie's around!
Linda, I love this continuation to the story. What a blessing she so obviously was to your family. May I ask - what breed is Jessie? I have a sweet little Havanese girl that looks just like her.
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