Sept. 21, 1989--Nov. 19, 2001
Muffin was our best friend. She came to us on Nov. 6, 1989, a little ball of soft fuzz. What she helped us through in the 12 years of her life, I cannot begin to say. She was there through illnesses, deaths, birthdays, new babies, summer water-fights and winter cuddles under the covers. Anyone who says that aminals lack a soul never met my little lamb.
Shortly after she passed, she came to me in a dream. Young and strong, she frolicked through an endless meadow with another puppy, small and brown, at her side. Wildflowers nodded in their path, stretching to the horizon. I believe this was Muffin showing me the Summerland, and telling me she was healthy and happy, home at last.
(Just an aside--about a month after I had the dream, my cousin's dog had to be put down. She, strangely enough, was a small brown cocker spaniel.)
