Mary Ann’s little dog, Fergie, died unexpectedly yesterday afternoon, and we are all feeling pretty sad. She was a sweet little buff-colored mutt, and adored Mary Ann, who adored her right back. They were always together, sidekicks. Every morning when my cousin arrived for work, Fergie was with her, happy to greet all of us. It was as if she were saying, “Fergie’s here! We can start the fun now!” When she wagged, it wasn’t just her tail, it was the whole critter–I called her the Pajama Bag dog.
She was a member of the family, just as Sadie was, and will be sorely missed.
That’s the sad news from my kitchen table—but already the happy memories of her long and love-filled life are there to be cherished.
Monday’s blog will be a cheerful one, even if I have to lie.