Acadian's Annie Oakley
Apr 10, 1998 - May 10, 2000
Annie was taken from me at a young age and so unexpectantly but I am thankful of the time we were allowed to share and to her for introducing me to the world of hounds and trailing. She is greatly missed and will always be remmembered as my "foundation bitch". I can now only await the time that we will meet again at the bridge. Good Bye my sweet little liver girl.... Happy trailing!
~For Annie~
I'm feeling much
better now, some parts are still sore, but I am feeling lighter.
No, not going to the Rainbow Bridge today or tomorrow, not sure
when.
You know girls have to always have the facts straight and
something just happened that I don't understand.
Everyone is crying and saying a word I have to stick around, and
find what it means.
I figured out the meaning of the word "down," so surely
I can determine what "tragedy" might be.
My mama's still crying . . . I don't know why.
Maybe by tomorrow or the next she will stop. In her own time and
in her own way.
I didn't see anything to cry about . . . I got hurt and she came
and got me.
She talked the sweet talk and said all those things about how
pretty I was. I believed her.
I got real sleepy and it felt so good in her arms, that I drifted
off to sleep.
Now I'm just waiting -- watching others pass on up to The Bridge.
You know, they did the coolest thing for me today?
Instead of me digging a new hole, they dug one for me! Can you
dig that!
It felt rather good . . . cause you know I had gone to sleep and
it was nice to lay down.
What they don't know is . . . when I awakened I had a few white
soft feathers on me.
You know, like a white bird or movie celebrity having an evening
on the town.
Photographers shooting images and . . . I'm just waiting,
because every hour this coat gets more full and I would love for
someone to see me and take my picture.
I would send it down to them. Them, the ones that I loved so
dearly.
Oh, now I'm crying, but I can't! I won't, I don't want to do
anything to this pretty white fur.
The coat is getting heavier and I'm feeling lighter and lighter!
What's this all about?
Oh, I know what I will do! She will know too and . . . then I'll
go.
The next time she goes out to feed Posh I will pick some of these
beautiful, white, furry petals and drop them down to her.
They float like snow and she will know. All the family will know.
And I will know to take a deep breathe and rise a little higher
and then I will know.
(I sure hope chewing on shoes, peeing plants to death, uprooting
rose bushes and leaving my tooth marks on furniture will not be a
problem when I get to the guard gate.)
GOODBYE DEAR ANNIE
Thanks Carol E. for the story.
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