Twiggie

Tears are running down my face as I am writing about the love and devotion of my little white and tan dog Twiggie….a mixed bred Chihuahua/terrier dog.
   Twiggie, you were my constant companion, my love, and my whole life and I miss you.  You came to me in an unusual way.  The Denkai rescue group brought you, along with about 60 dogs, from California on a bus to Loveland, CO to find homes. At the time these dogs were rescued from the fires that were raging in California. I saw a newspaper article asking for volunteers to foster these dogs. I was a widow without a dog, and wanted to help.  I said I could take a small quiet dog.  I saw you laying alone in a cage, very quiet and helpless.  I took you home that day and discovered you were very ill and starved.  When I took you to the vet, they found you needed medication and also needed to have five decayed teeth removed.  I brought you home from the surgery and cared for you, gave you pain meds and you responded with much love and became healthy and active.  You were named Tiwggie because you were as thin as a twig when I got you.
   I, at first, was a foster parent to you, but I soon grew to love you, my little skinny dog and I adopted you.  These past years,  have gone so quickly., You took me on long walks around the block twice a day.  You stopped and sniffed everything.  You had a strong sense of smell.  You were right with me wherever I was in the house.  Mine was a happy quiet house for a little white dog. You didn’t like the rain or snow and wouldn’t go outside on those days.  You just liked to be with me and to sleep in your bed in the house,  or in my bed WITH me at night.  You were my “protector” and even did nip at the ankles of some of the people who visited us.  I thought I owned you, but really YOU owned me.  You were always on the back of the sofa looking out the window for me every time I was away from the house.  Cynthia, Sophi dog, and luci dog were your close friends.
   You had a funny little way of scratching on the bed when you wanted to get up on it.  You knew that when I put the harness on you, it was time to go for a walk.  You would come tell me when it was time for the evening meal, and I would follow you to the kitchen to see your empty dish…you had a built in time clock.
   As you became very sick with Cushings disease, we spent much more time together…OUR time alone.  You were my JOY and I loved you deeply,as I think you also loved me.  I MISS YOU SO MUCH.  Sallie