December
3, 2006
Found
in a bag in the dumpster about October 4, 2006
Received a call from the Emergency Animal Hospital
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Ancient chihuahua turned in to EAH.
From
Glory's foster Mom:
Glory
was one of those special dogs. All of them are, but
there was something about Glory. In the short, almost
2 months that I had her, I watched her little less
than 3 ½ lb sprite take over the largest dog
bed in the house (44” in diameter), 8 inches
thick and keep the others off of it. They respected
her and did as she directed. She eat with great gusto,
she ALWAYS went outside to do her business and was
there to greet me when I came home. Everyone who met
this little girl thought she was wonderful.
Glory
was an independent little soul who didn’t like
her face washed, didn’t want to share he big
ol’ dog bed , but loved to be petted and sit
and watch tv with me.
Glory
was such a great little dog and I only wish I had
more time with her.
From
Trish the Web Master:
Many
people like myself, in person and in cyberspace, met
and got to love this tiny precious lady. Rest in peace
and love Glory, my Belle
Starr is there to chase shooting stars with you.
When
somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings
a silent prayer
that makes the
rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there
put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth
in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can
see them dancing in a cloud during
the
day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They
paint the rain-
bows and also
the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They
toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much.
The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
- Ashley |
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