Remember the day we met? You were at the pound and I walked by your cage. You jumped up and barked at me, tail wagging furiously. I stopped to pet you...you were so happy to be getting attention! But I had to keep going. I was there to adopt Frances, the little girl I had spotted a few days before. She had been at the pound for a long time, and I wanted to save her. I left without you.
I couldn't stop thinking about you! I felt so sorry for you! You were only 9 months old, yet you were so scraggly and skinny, with your crazy hair sticking up everywhere. You looked like you had a tough beginning. I told Matt about you, but he refused my pleadings to bring you home. As days passed, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked you up. Boy, did I get in trouble! But I didn't care...I was NOT taking you back.
It was a rough beginning! Your manners and discipline were greatly lacking! I remember when I'd call you outside and you'd run the other way, into my room, and onto my bed and you were so scared, you'd pee. ON MY BED. Daddy (Matt) was NOT happy. On walks, you'd pull me so hard that it looked like you were walking SIDEWAYS, almost parallel to the ground! I still remember the chuckles of passerbys when we'd walk...you were quite the silly girl. And the way you chased helicopters.... you'd almost beat the back door down at the mere sound of them, only to run outside and run in circles, barking frantically. Frances always looked at you like you were nuts!
You had quite the personality, Dee Dee Mays. If I was in the kitchen, there you were, pretending to be laying down, but I always knew what you were REALLY doing...watching, waiting for ANYTHING to fall. You were my canine vacuum cleaner!! And the bread, oh my....you tap-danced for a piece of bread. Remember the one-two step you used to do??? I gave in every time....you must have eaten half a loaf a bread a day (in addition to everything else in the fridge)!!!! Oh, Dixie, the tears are here again, as they've been every day since you were taken from me. The night before you died was the 4th of July. As usual, you chased the fireworks, round and round for at least an hour, barking frantically. You were so exhausted afterward, you fell fast asleep! I never imagined that would be our last night together. Remember the cats??? You'd chase those silly kittys, and when you'd catch up to them (which was often!), one hiss or swat of their paw, and you'd come walking back to me VERY QUICKLY with your tail between your legs!!! You were always so gentle, and wouldn't hurt a fly.
Miss Dixie, there will never be a you. You were one of a kind. I miss you so much, so bad. In my grief, I often wish that the car had hit me too. Because it is TOO hard to not have you in my life.
Dixie, you conquered cancer, arthritis, and an enlarged liver that made people think you were either really fat or pregnant!!! But you were so happy, so healthy, and so full of life! You followed me everywhere, everyday of your life. If I was in the bathroom, I'd hear you breahing on the other side of the door. Perhaps our closeness is why you're gone. I let you come with me to take the trash out, as we had done a thousand times before. This time was different. That damn stray cat, the neighbor giving chase, the lady in the SUV who was SPEEDING in a residential neighborhood. And now you're gone. I hate that you suffered. You tried to stand up, but couldn't. Your beautiful little feet were bleeding, and your internal organs had been hit so hard that you peed and pooped uncontrollably. I would have given anything for you to have made it. I bargained with God, but He took you anyway. I don't know why. You died in my lap on the way to vet... You were the sweetest kindest gentlest of God's creatures and didn't deserve that awful painful death!!!! Dixie, I am soooo sorry. I never should have moved into this house on the busy corner. I was happy that you were finally getting a big yard to run in....
But you only got to enjoy it for a few weeks.
I placed an ad, Miss Doodle. I told that "lady" in the SUV that she was cruel and uncaring to drive off after hitting you. I hope she sees it. It won't bring you back, but she needs to know that she was heartless to leave me hysterical and you dying. She is worthless to me, Dixie.
Dee Dee, all I have of you are pictures and ashes. I want more. I want you. I love you. Please wait for me. I want to post your beautiful picture, but it won't work. I will soon. I want everyone to see you, to know you.
I love you. I am sorry.
Love Mama
Life is never the same without our babies. What we all wouldn't give to have them with us until it's OUR time to go...unfortunately life doesn't work that way. I envisioned Dixie growing old with me, NOT being taken away in her prime. It is so hard to accept. 
). I believe I posted somewhere that Dixie and Shiloh were alot alike and looking at Shiloh's pictures always made me think of Dixie. She was black and white, but she had that "look" like Shiloh. Isn't the helicopter-chasing thing just the cutest little thing!! I know you lost Shiloh at a young age, too. Life seems so unfair sometimes, doesn't it. 