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Remembering Nikki.
It has been close to two years since my little dog Nikki departed.
In her last few years we were inseparable, joined at the ankle as it were. Everywhere I went she went, never more than a breath away. Anytime I had to leave her she stood on the second floor balcony waiting for me. Cataracts aside she recognized my car a block away and went into a paroxysm of joy; spinning, barking and dancing as if I'd been gone for days.
After fifteen years the arthritis slowed her a bit but not enough to forsake the morning walks. She could no longer see clearly but oh so many doggy enticing odors! Should she come across a mouse track I would just have to be content to wait because she wasn't budging until she went 'nose blind'. On the other hand should it begin to rain she's slip the leash and I'd find her waiting by the front door. She didn't much care for either cold or wet.
In the scheme of things I suppose it's a good thing she was so devoted in those last two years. Not just for the affection she shared but because had she not been there I would not likely be here sharing this with you today. My life changed is ways I'd not thought possible. For the first time in my seventy odd years I was completely alone and isolated. Every morning I'd start the coffee and stare at that ninety day supply of prescription medication debating if I really wanted to do this again tomorrow. Every morning Nikki would be there at my feet reminding me that I wasn't really alone. No, not today . . .
Her passing was unexpected and tragic but that's not a story for today. Today I celebrate her and her time with me. She now lies in repose in the back yard under the Morning Glory vine where she has flowers spring through fall. A dragon figure stands watch over her and the Morning Glories pay tribute to the beautiful soul she is.
Thank you, sweet Nikki.
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You captured her spirit so well. And of course, the photos are wonderful.
She helped save your life, and for that, we are so very grateful.
Thank you, dear Andy.
I had a beautiful Nikki too, a beautiful soul, just like yours.
So sorry, my friend. 
So sorry for your loss. It is so hard at times, the pets are family. She sounds like she was a precious companion. I love your saying
that the 2 of you, were "joined at the ankle". Treasure the joyful, and triumphant times you had together. Peace and blessings. Nikki
R.I.P. 
