Foxy

In late 1986 a wonderful man named Thom, walked into my life along with his 2 year old buddy, a "MEGA" ( 28 pound ) Lhasa mix named Foxy.

As our relationship progressed so did my attachment to Foxy and when we decided to live together of course Foxy packed his suitcase and moved in with his Dad.

I had a child of my own, Barron an Airedale for whom I fought, and won, in a nasty divorce. In early 1989 my Barron went to doggie heaven at the age of 16. Please place a star in his honor as he was my friend, my companion, my counselor, and my strength during those nasty divorce days. He made me laugh when I was down. I will never forget how he ran to lick the tears off of my face.

Thom and I mourned Barron's death but Foxy never seemed to be able to get over it. In mid 1990 we decided it was time to get him a playmate. We selected a Bearded Collie and named him Bogart.

In late 1990 Tom and I were married at a ceremony that was held at home so that both of our "kids" could attend. They were quite dapper in their red sequined top hats and red sequined bow ties. They both attended the catered reception that was held later that evening on our property.

Foxy and Bogart were great together. We were the perfect suburban family....2 cars and 2 "kids". Bogart was supposed to be my dog while Foxy was Thom's. Funny how things happen.........Foxy, my step dog, was my shadow. He and I were glued to each other. He became the lap dog that I never had.

In 2000, Foxy, my precious step dog, died at the age of 16. I miss him as much today as I did the day after his death. His ashes rest on our mantel along with his picture, his favorite toy and his pillow. Bogart is now 12, going on 2. He has slowed down since Foxy's death.