My husband found Chilly--a little puppy running the streets of Washington, D.C. She had a terrible cough, red, watering eyes and was so timid. He brought her home, and we both fell in love with her. After fixing her problems, she started to come out of her protective shell, to show her true spirit: one of loyalty, caring, protectiveness, and friendship.
In June of 2000, my husband was killed by a drunk driver—just ran him down. The shock was so great for both Chilly and myself that we drew even closer (if that's possible). We comforted each other and drew strength from one another.
On December 1, 2005, my girl just went on sleeping—needless to say, the sadness from both those losses remains with me today.
But now! She's with Pansy—and, let's not forget Bruiser—and my heart is full.
Still stayin' strong,