Last night I was having a bad night....I cried and hurt missing her...she slept on my arm every night..so I laid face down almost in a fetal position
I felt my heart beating while tears streamed down my eyes and suddenly there was another heartbeat next to me, my heartbeat wasn't alone...
it was my Quilty making her presence known...suddenly a warmth invaded my whole being and I became calmed and the pain stopped...it was my little
Angel indeed that came to fill me with tranquility, my Pink Ribbon had to been laying next to me because soon thereafter I feel into a peaceful sleep.
There are so many names you can manage to create for a pet you love so...her name was Coco but I called my Quilty because she had patches, she was
a Fox Terrier White Black and Tan, she had a Black Heart on each side of the body tan face and butt and a beautiful thick white coat from the top of her
cocking head to the end of her cropped tail.She jumped into my arms when I called her and gave me so much love and I her.
How can I Love "a Dog" like this???????? oh boy because: A DOG CAN GIVE YOU ALL A HUMAN CAN'T its plain and simple.
Unfortunately members of the human race arent design for giving anything unconditionally
Her official name was Coconut Raggedy Quilt, because when she was a Puppy she had the most peculiar baby coat that resembled the inside of a coconut
fuzzy and rageddy like and adorned by those patches shaped like hearts.
I called her my "Firl my Girl and my Earl " my Firl short for Furry Girl, my Girl because she truly was and my Earl because everyone though she was a Male.
I called her my Pink Ribbon because when she gave me kisses her tongue reminded me of a Hot Pink Ribbon, and there is Darlin ,Honey. Baby Girl,Willow,
Pussy Little, My Emotional Tender the only thing I didn't do was breast feed her....but she was indeed my Furry Child.
She was born under the sign of Leo, strong, loving friendly a true social butterfly with humans of course not other dogs, she was an Alpha Dog and at 20 pounds
she stood tall and fierce,she was so possessive...there was no room for any other canine in her domain.
I use to sing her a song that I made up for her called "Pink Ribbon" and it went as follows:
"Pink Rrrribbon, Pink Rrrribon Pink Rrrribbonnnn
I want some Pink Rrrrribbon forrrmeee
Pink Rrrrrribbon, Pink Rrrrribbon
Pink Rrrrribon for Mutter forrr mee Wee Wee"
She loved it and went nuts hawling for me and most people loved it and thought it was great and I'm sure people also tried to figure out in the windows of their mind how an
adult woman could be acting like a 5 year old, they probably wonder indeed if I was retarded drunk or in drugs as the heard me shamesly singing the silly song to my
Darling Firl....being with my Dog was the most healing therapy I have ever known,her innocence and purity as those in all animals are a true natural high for me
My Quilty and my Ocean and Im set...
No I didn't need anything but her to make me smile and nurture my soul I had never given a "rats gluteos maximum"(rat's ass") about what anybody thinks....
so I sang her her songs and I carry her around like a treasure...she was and she is my precious precious coconut and she lives in my heart Forever
