Zippy Woolley crossed over yesterday
morning 4/8/01. He was turned 14, a good age for a shi-tsui(?). Zippy
was Brandy's first new friend when I started to walk Brandy in 93 and
they stayed firm friends until Brandy
crossed over. On Brandy's last morning, Zippy knew, and gave him a
long and last goodbye lick. Zippy greeted Oliver on his first morning
and friends they became, the little feller alongside the big feller.
Beryl, Zippy's companion, plans to do a "Cheesman" and slip
the casket of Zipp's ashes alongside her husband's grave, later this
week. After he crossed the bridge, yesterday morning, I know Brandy was
waiting to welcome his long time pal home. Sad for Beryl as Zippy was
the last "connection" to her husband and for me, it's brought
back the loss of my Brandy. Oliver and I
walk on our own tomorrow. Robin
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