See those colours?
How they shine still.
Scooch over and let me share with you a double scoop of joy.
Sprinkled with dirt, it's from March 29 at the Hundred Acre Wood.
Rosie zipped and zapped, romped and frolicked, sniffed and dug up treasures.
And she had her fill of favourite treats cuz her sidekick wanted to doll her up in frills.
Our girl Rosie.
In her element.
In her favourite place.
Happy? She was like the cat that ate the canary ... 😳 😜 ...
We played and played ... long past time to go.
She deserved nothing less.
The only thing worse than a Rosieville without its Ultimate Fashion Empressario and Almighty Supreme Ruler?
A suffering Rosie. *
I am incredibly grateful for your virtual hugs and prayers.
More than anything, I am thankful that you cared about her too.
When my teeth stop chattering from the shock of her absence .. and the depth of that void .. I hope to respond to your comments and messages personally.
Til then? ... ... 💝💚❤️💙💛💜💓💖 Thank you to the folks at @greenbankanimalhosp and @thevscan for treating her with such expertise and kindness.
And I thank every one of you (to infinity and back) for following along on her escapades and shenanigans.
What a ride!
The last image here is how I like to picture Rosie in that instant when she left us:
Encircled in love.
Still with the taste of a blissful treat.