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.
6 thoughts on “I miss Dixie by Barbara Edwards”
Came across your blog while checking links for the MFRW Newsletter. So sorry for your loss. Sending hugs and healing energy your way.
Checking links in the MFRW Newsletter, I read your post. My deepest condolences to you in your time of grief, but at least she went quickly and did not suffer for a very long time as do so many cancer patients. Hugs and healing energy coming your way.
Barbara – your post brought tears to my eyes, and such sweet memories of pets we have loved and lost over the years. I am so sorry for the grief you’re feeling right now, and hope your happy memories of Dixie will help to comfort you
Thanks Glenys. She was the best dog I ever had.
Barbara, huge hugs to you. It is so hard to let them go, but when we truly love them and honor them it is even harder to hold them longer than we know we should. You gave her a wonderful life and from the pictures, she was very happy to share this small part of the journey with you.
Thanks Lynda. Dixie was with me every day, sleeping at my feet as I wrote. I’m so glad I had her for as long as I did.