I miss Dixie. I’ve been shy about sharing my feelings since I cry every time I think about my loyal friend. Dixie was a Belgian Malinois, a beautiful breed with a lively spirit.
Dixie was diagnosed with cancer two months ago. She got worse very quickly and when I couldn’t stand seeing her in pain, we took her to the vet. I had my hand on her head, telling her I would take her home, when she passed. My heart hurts.
Dixie was a good traveler. She’d sit in the back seat and look out the window for hours then sleep. My joke was she pooped in all the states we visited. Maybe the joke was I got to use a bag to pick it up. She went to Yellowstone, Arcadia, Key West and was always a lady. In the years she lived with us we visited 42 states.
Dixie loved re-enacting and the soldiers loved her. She learned to slurp beer from a bottle and would sneak a lick of bourbon if my husband put his glass on the ground. She ignored the cannon fire but hated canes. Go figure.
Dixie loved the snow and the sun. She loved to be at my side . I loved having her company. I really miss Dixie.