Diva just looked like a dog, she wasn't really. Inside was a Princess from a former life who still wanted to be treated as such. Sleeping on the floor was beneath her and if she couldn't lay on the rug, she would go get in the bed. Once she drug her blanket into the living room so she could sit with our company and not be on the floor. On many occasions we gave her the Oscar for best actress in a drama; she had to stay home by herself! There were times that I thought she was going to talk and on occasion she did "voice" her opinion. Somehow she learned to tell time, because at exactly 8:00 pm every night she demanded biscuits and would not let me rest until she had them. No one met her and didn't fall in love with her; she was an absolute sweety. She looked like a Pit Bull, but thought she was a lap dog. |
Diva was never just a "dog". She was my companion, my confidant, my best friend. Diva brought such joy to my life and I miss her terribly.