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Isabella
My sweet Dalmatian (the coat markings on her back were as
such) Isabella was a very shy little girl from the moment we
laid eyes on her. She later became very comfortable with us,
and greeted me each morning by my bedroom door. When it took
me a while to get out of bed, Isabella would meow to
infinity until I came out. If not, her sister Ella would be
called upon for more substantial meow ammunition. When I
studied in my bedroom to keep my other two cats company,
Isabella would start meowing again until I came out. Who
would have thought that such a shy little girl had so much
muster to get what she wanted?
Isabella’s eyes were always so expressive, and she used them
to her advantage. One day I noticed Isabella staring
intently on the top of a storage closet which was way too
high for her to jump on top off and too far away from any
jumping aid that could get her there. So Isabella started to
sit by the closet and look at me until I would put her up
there. I will not be able to pass this closet without
thinking of her sitting there like a little princess or
opening the bedroom door and not seeing her there waiting
for me or meowing to get her turkey treat.
I miss Isabella’s little face and will regret not seeing her
grow up as she was only nine months old when she passed
away. There is a gaping hole in our hearts in the shape of a
Dalmatian, and it will never be filled. You will always be
my little Dalmatian, my sweet little girl. We were glad to
have had you and will be forever grateful for having have
met you.
Love you always….
=^.^=
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