Lady Alexis

Siberian Husky

July 2, 1999 - April 13, 2001

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.