July 2, 1999 - April 13, 2001
In Memory of Lady Alexis.
A cold black nose, eyes that looked into your soul, a
very vocal issue with having her muddy paws cleaned, and the uncanny
ability to know exactly when I really just needed a dog to come sit next to
me - that's what Lexies are made of.
One night when I was home alone, I gave Lex her traditional
good-night scratch before crawling into bed and shutting out the lights; a
moment later, I heard the jingle of a collar, then felt the pressure of her
front paws on the edge of the bed ... and then a good-night lick on the
side of my face before she headed back to her own bed. I guess human
grownups need tucking in, too.
When we meet again, Alexis, at that Rainbow bridge, I'll
know what I'll find - that beautiful tail wagging, the little pink tongue
hanging out just that much, a very clear opinion in full voice
("Where have you been, I've been waiting !!") ... and no
doubt at least *two* cats lurking in the bushes, trying to figure out what
the game is really all about.
You will always be missed.