Originally Posted by Daisy's Mommie
My rescue baby was a mixed breed that saved my life. She was a cocker, terrier, something or the other, little baby that came to my Mom and Dads in 1993. We were on the carport and I guess she heard our voices. She came running!! She jumped in my lap and was all over me giving me kisses whether I wanted them or not. She was so dirty, you couldn't tell what color she was and she was covered in fleas. Mom brought her some water and I thought she was going to burst. I took her home, gave her a bath, killed the fleas and she was mine for keeps. She was beautiful both in looks and in spirit. She saved my life because at that time my daughter had just started visitation with her Dad (not a good situation) and I was sick with worry. When I cried, Maggie licked my tears away; when I was happy, she was happy. She was my shadow. I lost my precious Maggie in 2008 to congestive heart failure. I know she is waiting for me at the Bridge. I am crying buckets just writing this. I don't think that I will ever get over losing her. My fluff baby has has been the recipient of all the love I had for Maggie and now for her.....
This made me cry. It was so sweet she sounds like a very beautiful loving girl.
I enjoyed both Rustee being a puppy and also getting Paislee two weeks before her first birthday. I was 21 when I got Rustee and it was quite an experience having my own dog not just the family pets lol! So I'd probably be better equipped next time around.