R.I.P.

If there was ever a sweeter dog than our little Weetie, I just don't know where it would be found.

Weetie lost her life last Tuesday in the most horrific accident. Somehow, and we will never understand why or how, she ran under the wheels of a big dump truck coming down our dirt path and was killed instantly. Our hearts are broken. It will take a long long time to get past this loss and this sadness. I hurt for Weetie.

This country path belonged to Weetie. She traveled  it up and down searching for her family who had moved away. Most of the families in the area had seen her and wanted her, but she chose us and we have loved her for ten wonderful years. 

Weetie was my baby. She followed my every foot step. Poppy said many times, "I've never seen a dog love anybody as much as Weetie loves you". It may have looked at times like we favored Eli, with all the pictures, but we never bragged on or made over Eli that I didn't add, "but Weetie is our best girl". 

Weetie's little stub of a tail wagged most all the time. She could be asleep and hear one of us say "she" and her tail would wag. Of course, that was because she slept with one ear up.  She was truly a sweetie pie. Poppy named her by dropping the S from Sweetie...Weetie.

Thank you for listening. I leave you with some of my favorite pictures of our little sweetheart, Weetie.

Love,

Henny

A special "thank you" to our neighbor Fred who saw it all and  absolutely took charge. Poppy was at work.