The more things change
I can’t thank all of you enough, who gave condolences for my precious Rojo. The years just flew by and she became a loving fixture in my household, I’ll miss her.
On the morning Rojo passed, I paid a visit to Auntie Peg in her new home. She is the little Pekingese who was lying in a ditch near death’s door. I became quite attached to this little dynamo as she fought her way back to life. She now resides with Karen and Walter Killough and their three shitzus, and she fits in like a glove. It was such a joyful visit that for a few hours, I could put Rojo in the back of my mind.
Peggy came right up to me and looked up as if to say, “Thanks, Uncle Lennie.”
“She remembers you,” Karen said.
I picked her up to nuzzle her and replied, “Somehow they all do.”