Last Edited: Oct 14, 2008 8:52 AM
My Pretty Princess came to us after a brief, but rough start in life.
Mismanaged, neglected, and eventually abandoned, she had a tough time
learning to trust and accept her new family. All but Vern. She idolized him,
and with his love, guidance, and the occasional snarf, turned from 'Trouble'
into our 'Tinkerbell'.
Tinkerbell was joy incarnate. Absolutely everything made her happy, and she
would dance on two legs at the mearest mention of any word she recognized.
And she recognized a LOT of words, did my Pretty Princess. In addition to
the obvious, she knew 'snuggle', 'kiss', 'squirrel', and 'Help Mommy?'. And
oh how she loved to unstuff stuffed things! What a treat to leave white
fluff everywhere and fling the now unstuffed thing's remaining parts around
in victory for days!
After loosing her hero, Vern, to bone cancer, she grieved hard, but
eventually returned the favor he'd done her by mentoring a new pup. She was
every bit the dutiful pack Auntie, and Starbreaker was absolutely lost when
she left us.
My Baby Grrrl, who had never been sick a day in her life, contracted a
cancer one day -- a really aggressive one. We fought hard and she had
support from friends that are now, quite literally, all over the world.
Unfortunately, we didn't win our battle, and I had to give my Priceless
Treasure back. She crossed in the presense of her 4 favorite people. We wish
her love and peace.
The McGinnis Family