How she hated to be shaved down so low!!! She liked it best when she was furry all over like a mop!! That little cockapoo…
For the past couple of nights, I’ve been dreaming of my puppydog Candy. I don’t know what that means, but in my dreams she does all of the silly things that in life made me laugh. She showers me with puppy hugs and kisses and is just plain full of fun. I find myself even laughing at her antics during the day when I’m awake now as I remember one funny event or another. The memories make missing her less real, less painful. She was my peace of love here on Earth, and I can only imagine what sweet dreams of her must mean.
February 17, 2007
I pray my baby is resting in peace, and if her presence in my dreams is any indication, I know that she is.