As I write this the tears
return, in memory of my little Fe, she was so young, so full of life . A judge
once referred to her a spring lamb, there was always a lilt in her step a sense
of adventure, life was fun and there to be enjoyed and enjoy it she did.
When she came out of her crate
at Heathrow I just hugged her, she was exquisite, petite, feminine, self-assured
and all those qualities just grew with her. Her sense of fun rubbed off on us
all, when she ran and hid as I tried to put her to bed it was just a game,
never naughtiness, her eyes would light up, her tail would wag so hard. Down on
her haunches, bottom in the air, come on mum it’s time to smile and play, at
last she would let me catch her, she would snuggle up with a sigh for that
expected cuddle before bed only to start afresh again tomorrow, another day
another adventure.
The pain will never go, the hole will never be filled, we have wonderful dogs each is very special but the love for Fe and the knowledge we will be reunited keeps the emptiness from sometimes becoming quite overpowering. God bless you my little darling, thank you for allowing us into your short but very precious life. It is said only the good die young, maybe that is true but to us it is still bitter sweet, to know her was to love her, we had so many wonderful letters and calls when she died one Cavalier friend wrote this and it says it all really her name for her Trixiebelle Peaches n Cream.
“ I can't
say anything that will make the pain your feeling any less. The name I
called her might have been bigger than her body but certainly not
bigger than her personality. Thank you for giving me the priviledge of knowing
her and letting me say my goodbye to her yesterday. I share in her loss but
only a fraction of what you feel. I am so sorry.”
