R.I.P.
JESSE
 Passing from this planet on
the 20th of August, 2007 –
Jesse, our yorkie terrier, a member of
Rose-Marie’s family for fifteen years, and of mine for
six. She weighed two whole pounds at the time she left us, no
more than 3 ½ at her heaviest, and she never exceeded
the size of a couple of shoes. But oh, the hole she will leave
in our lives ...
Jesse was with us at our wedding –
remember Rosy’s “living bouquet”? She’d
come with la belle to New Orleans, and gone with us to
Buffalo – didn’t like all that snow. She went to
Noreascon with us, and to Graceland – where she charmed
the guard ladies -- and out west to the salt flats of Death Valley.
Her yip-yips nearly got us thrown out of a DeepSouthCon hotel.
Only when we went downunder for DUFF did she stay behind, and
that only because Australia doesn’t admit foreign animals.
When we returned from that trip, fetching Jesse was the first
item on Rosy’s agenda, even before going home. And why
not? Jesse was the critter to whom she fed Cheerios by hand and
to whom she sang silly songs, who ran down the halls at convention
hotels to find her, her devoted treasure, her woobie dawg. |
