Thursday, July 25, 2019
Dixie crosses the bridge
Yesterday Dixie joined Morris. She crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Charlie and I will miss the big lug something fierce.
I couldn't help myself yesterday other than to sit by her grave for a long time and watch the sun go down.
She was from champion blood lines for Raccoon Hunting and Bear Hunting. She never was a hunter. She was a lover. She'd fetch balls, hike, heel, sit, stay, and she behaved much like any gentle giant would. She never was growly or in a bad mood.
She was a great hiking pal who never tired and who was always by my side.
Dixie. I am really going to miss you, but I hope you found Morris on the other side along with Badger and Cheyanne.
Wait for me.