The Queen, Jackie, died three days ago. I still expect to come home from work and see her stretched out on the couch, her throne. She was maternal, protective of her people and the other dogs, Ladybug and Layla. When My sister’s puppy Layla entered our lives in July, Jackie was overjoyed to finally have a puppy to take care of. She was well-behaved, beautiful and kind. She kept an eye on the countertops, looking always for a stick of butter left within licking distance of the edge.
Jackie, may the counters of heaven be lined with butter, the rabbits run free and the couches be warm.