Farewell to the Special Fuzzy Friend That Picked Me

Written by on August 29, 2012 5 Comments

Back 13 years ago, my criteria for picking out a pal for our male dog, Dusty, was pretty simple–I wanted a female, bijon friese-lhasa apso mix, and she had to lick me to indicate she licked me.  This is the puppy that picked me. 

Little Dipper on the way home from the pet store 13 years ago.


 Little Dipper and our first puppy, Dusty, got along from the get-go.


Dusty and Little Dipper, 1999.


And Little Dipper was also my pal.  She figured out right away that if she wiggled just so, I’d take her for a walk.  It worked every day, including Tuesday, the day she died. 

Little Dipper flying across the snow.

Outside, Dipper liked immersing herself in the snow.

Little Dipper in the snow.

She also loved to swim.

Little Dipper in Lake Michigan.

And she liked to play on the beach.

Little Dipper at the beach.

If she got cold after swimming, I was always there to get her warmed up and just be with her.

Me and Little Dipper on Lake Michigan during a "pups vacation."

Little Dipper was also my traveling pal.  Every time I picked up my car keys, she was at my heels, ready to go.  One of our regular jaunts together was to McDonalds on weekend mornings when I ordered one sausage biscuit and one sausage patty for the dogs.  Little Dipper became a bit of a celebrity at the drive-thru.

Little Dipper getting her bits of McDonald's sausage, 2008.

At home, she liked belly rubs, which she trained Mark to do by simply flipping upside down on the couch.  And she liked to snuggle amongst the pillows and blankets.

Little Dipper's eyes peeking out from beneath the blankets.

She also loved to soak in the sun.

Little Dipper in the sun.

She also had a way of letting me know when she didn’t like something.

Little Dipper didn't really like this outfit.

Some say that Little Dipper was spoiled.

Little Dipper finding another comfy place.

But the fact is, Little Dipper simply wiggled her way into the heart of everyone who saw her.   

My pal.

Last night, a stroke led to her quick departure.  The hole she left in my heart is huge.  I will miss my walking pal, my traveling pal, my McDonald’s pal, and the little puppy that first licked my face to tell me she was the one for me.  May she run across the heavens and may belly rubs be waiting for her afterwards.

5 Responses to “Farewell to the Special Fuzzy Friend That Picked Me”

  1. Aby says:

    Oh, Amy, I’m so sorry for your loss. I bet Dad will take good care of her in heaven…even though he was a cat person. I bet he’ll make an exception this time.

    Hugs to you.


  2. Jay says:

    Amy, I was so sorry to hear about this. The photos of Little Dipper are awesome. She was lucky to have you. More hugs to you.


  3. Boo says:

    Oh Ames, there is just too much loss going on! I send you big extra big hugs, and know Little Dipper couldn’t have picked a better owner. You guys spoiled her for sure, and gave her a life most dogs dream of! May peace find you head, and love fill your heart.

    Thinking of you,
    Love, Boo

  4. Sue says:

    Got me teared up reading about your pal. So sorry. Those little guys just grab our hearts and won’t let go!

  5. Alana says:

    Another angel pup got her wings. She’ll be waiting for ya.

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