Alice in a suitcase on Christmas Day 2012. As cute as can be. Ready to take a little trip. Through the looking glass maybe?
You could call Alice a wonder dog. Years ago she survived – and thrived – after a terrible house fire.
You could call Alice a best friend. That little wiggly butt and a tongue just meant for giving kisses.
She made it through to start a brand new year with her peep, my Godmother Carol. Then, she went over the bridge to be with those mischievous four-legged pals and relatives of hers who went before her. She didn’t suffer. That wasn’t her style.
She leaves a trail of sad mourners across the country, and even around the world, who knew her, who knew of her, and who loved her.
Goodbye my sweet Alice friend. We miss you terribly. Give BoBo some kisses for Us, will you?
Cancer is an ugly thing.