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Unconditional love, it's all I can say about my old dear friend. She never expected any thing but my friendship. She was always ready to ride shotgun on the console, between the seats of my Chevy truck. The miniature Dachshund was my closest companion and friend. This article is my tribute to the little bundle of joy that watch me go through the roughest times of my adult life.

She loved to ride there on the console of my truck because she could see everything on the road, plus she loved the way the air conditioner blew air in her face. She always seemed to have an excited smirk on her face, as she peered from side to side, waiting to bark at any loose dog or cow along the road. She was always on alert. This little dog owned the road and she let the animals know it by voicing her opinion by barking.

During the day, she always found her favorite spot on top of a few sitting pillows, on the bay window in the living room. She would look out that window for hours on end. Looking out over her territory and making sure nothing went unchallenged across it. Squirrels, rabbits, cats and other dogs seemed to know that this was her domain and they stayed clear. She would wine and run back and forth to let me know she wanted outside to take care of the matter of yard invasion.

The night time was the best for her. She would get her favorite blanket and make her nest for the night. The only parts of her you would see, was her nose. Curled up in a tight little ball, she would dream of the chase and her whimpers and movements under the cover let you know she was still on alert, even in her sleep.

Her little ears were like radar to her, she could sense when some one was in the room that was not suppose to be there. She did not like any one else to be in our room but my wife and I. If she had to get up anytime of the night, she would gently lay her head across my neck and lick my ear. She knew this would wake me up because I am so ticklish around my ears.

The cold dark rainy night in December had been like any other cold night. My friend had made her nest for the night and I could tell she was in pain with her hips again. I made sure she was comfortable and gave her a baby aspirin to help her pain. Later in the early morning hours I sensed something was wrong. She never woke me to let her out side. I felt around on the bed trying to find her. Once I had found her and uncovered her. I could tell she had passed away in her sleep.

Her lifeless body was still curled up, her eyes were open and her tongue was slightly out of her mouth. I didn't wake my wife, I just sat there and cried and gently caressed he stiff little body. I felt like I had lost one of my kids. I lost my best friend and most important, lost some one that loved me no matter what. I don't think I will ever recover, the void that this little angel dog had filled in my life, would never be filled again to the extent when she was alive.

People are blessed by many things that come in and out of their lives. She was truly the best blessing God had bestowed unto me. She loved me the same as God does. Unconditionally!

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