Good-bye old friend

Last night our family lost a dear friend.  Prissy is shown in the picture on my daddy's shoulders.  Prissy came into our family 13 years ago and is the last pet our family had with my Daddy.  She has been a constant companion to Mama through some of the hardest years ever.  Prissy has been a miracle dog from the beginning and the first dog that really ever lived full-time inside.  I called her Bucket (short for squirt bucket) because she was so small compared to all of our other dogs.  I know she was a dog but she has been a very important part of my mother's life (and mine) for a long time. 

She loved my parents and if she was sitting on Daddy's lap and Mama happened to lean over to kiss him she would go crazy and try to attack her.  This of course would then make Daddy laugh and try to provoke her all the more.  So needless to say Prissy never got comfortable with people touching each other in her presence and she would ward off anyone trying to mess with the person who was holding her at the time.

Once my parents went on a trip out of the country and Stacy and I were supposed to watch her while they were gone.  At that time she was having some sort of trouble eating and we were supposed to make sure she ate a certain amount everyday so she wouldn't get worse.  Well that spoiled little thing would not eat because Mama and Daddy were gone,  so Stacy and I drove to a local Chinese restaurant every night to order something to pour over her food so she wouldn't be dead when they got back.

Rest in peace, Prissy and I fully believe that if animals will be in heaven that she is there right now sitting on the back of my daddy's shoulders, once again his faithful companion.