Fiorella did not realize how much she loved Sonia Dog until, now, when baby dog isn't here to bark hysterical greetings at her, to snuggle up beside her at night, to lounge all over their shared bed as if she owned it.
Doggie had been with Mommy for so long that it seemed like she'd live forever, but cancer, arthritis, and old age took her down. Fio remembers when she and husband traveled quite away down the road (to what she now realizes was a puppy farm) for a standard mastiff, and that Doggy, who did not appreciate being jerked away from her mother, scratched up your girl's arms so badly that Husband had to stop at a country store and buy band aids so her arms wouldn't bleed out.
Sonia had many good years in the five-acre spread we had at the time, and she was a wonderful comfort dog when Husband died. The snow storm was a horror for both of us, and having to be alone in a kennel for two months wasn't to Doggie's liking, but when we were reunited, all was well, except that Doggie had to live in a smaller house with no woods available.
But whatever was happening or going on, Sonia was devoted to Fiorella and her family, slept with Mommy her every night, barked whenever the door bell rang, and tried to adjust to city living.
But now, Doggie is gone, and who will Fio talk to? Who will sleep beside her? Who will lick her when she cries?
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