Ceillie
Ceillie was born on May 1, 1993. She was a Yorkshire Terrier and my sister owned her mother Hallie. Ceillie's full name on her papers was Little Miss Ceillie Abbu, after the Color Purple and the little monkey in a Disney film.
I loved her from the moment she was born. She had a little red patch of hair on her head when she was born and that's how I could always tell her from the rest of the litter. I could hold her in my hand when she was born.
When she was old enough, I used to shove her under the covers with me when we slept at night to cuddle. Soon she thought that was the only place she could sleep, which thwarted the men in my life her whole life long.
She never knew she was only 8 pounds. She thought she was the biggest dog on the block. She loved me and was loyal to the extreme. She loved the people I was close to as long as they were women and tolerated women she didn't know well. I can count on one hand the number of men she liked.
She always knew when I was feeling down or happy and I have never been loved more by any other creature on earth. I adored this dog. She was so soft and her greatest joy, even in her advanced years was to curl up next to a warm lap and have your hand stroke her soft coat.
She had big brown eyes and dainty paws and soft silky ears. She was very brave and very loyal.
My favorite memories involve her jumping out of my moving car to chase rabbits, greeting me everyday with every bit of excitement her body could contain, her warm tongue kissing away my tears, her little warm body curled up in bed, the first time she wore her snow boots, the time she ate a bag of weed, the time we took her on a row boat in the pacific ocean, the way she used to go hiking with me in Arizona, the way she would prance and preen when she had a haircut, the way she used to kick up her back paws to tell you she had to go out.
Ceillie and I were best friends. She was with me from when I was sixteen until I was thirty one. I shared all of my life with her. We traveled all over the United States together. She was the best dog.
Ceillie was put to sleep today. She had been very sick for some time. My grandparents had kept her for the last year and lavished attention on her and saved her from the unintentional abuse my children wanted to heap on her. They made her so comfortable and happy and she loved them well. I can't thank them enough.
Ceillie would have been fifteen years old on the first of May. She was a delightful, fiery, loyal, fun soul and I loved her very much. If you have a memory you want to share with me I would love to hear it.
Lift your glass to Ceillie! Love, A
I loved her from the moment she was born. She had a little red patch of hair on her head when she was born and that's how I could always tell her from the rest of the litter. I could hold her in my hand when she was born.
When she was old enough, I used to shove her under the covers with me when we slept at night to cuddle. Soon she thought that was the only place she could sleep, which thwarted the men in my life her whole life long.
She never knew she was only 8 pounds. She thought she was the biggest dog on the block. She loved me and was loyal to the extreme. She loved the people I was close to as long as they were women and tolerated women she didn't know well. I can count on one hand the number of men she liked.
She always knew when I was feeling down or happy and I have never been loved more by any other creature on earth. I adored this dog. She was so soft and her greatest joy, even in her advanced years was to curl up next to a warm lap and have your hand stroke her soft coat.
She had big brown eyes and dainty paws and soft silky ears. She was very brave and very loyal.
My favorite memories involve her jumping out of my moving car to chase rabbits, greeting me everyday with every bit of excitement her body could contain, her warm tongue kissing away my tears, her little warm body curled up in bed, the first time she wore her snow boots, the time she ate a bag of weed, the time we took her on a row boat in the pacific ocean, the way she used to go hiking with me in Arizona, the way she would prance and preen when she had a haircut, the way she used to kick up her back paws to tell you she had to go out.
Ceillie and I were best friends. She was with me from when I was sixteen until I was thirty one. I shared all of my life with her. We traveled all over the United States together. She was the best dog.
Ceillie was put to sleep today. She had been very sick for some time. My grandparents had kept her for the last year and lavished attention on her and saved her from the unintentional abuse my children wanted to heap on her. They made her so comfortable and happy and she loved them well. I can't thank them enough.
Ceillie would have been fifteen years old on the first of May. She was a delightful, fiery, loyal, fun soul and I loved her very much. If you have a memory you want to share with me I would love to hear it.
Lift your glass to Ceillie! Love, A
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