I know this does not have much to do with Paisley, but in a way it does. She is just another example of one of those wonderful things my husband has done to make me happy.
The other thing that going back through pictures has reminded me of is a little red dachshund we had named Sarah. I got Sarah through a friend of mine. A girl that she worked with had to flee from an abusive husband, and so she turned her over to my friend to find her to a good home. I drove up to my house and there was my friend with Sarah. I took her then and there. You could tell she had really been loved. You could also tell she had experienced some unpleasant things. She was afraid of men for awhile.
She was such a sweet, easy going dog. She had the perfect dachshund color and form. I got her when my husband and I were dating. She was with us through dating, marriage, moving, 2 miscarriages, and two babies. She loved my kids. She just went with the flow. As long as she was with us she was happy. She lived to be seventeen. I always wished I could have found her original owner and told her what a blessing she had been to our family and that she lived a long and happy life.
It broke my heart when I had to make the decision to put her down. My kids still cry over her from time to time to this day. I am so glad she lived long enough for them to know her. She was a great dog. Paisley reminds so much of Sarah in so many ways. I told my husband I believe God made Paisley just for me, and when he did he sent down a little of Sarah within her.
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| My little Paisley sleeping. |
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| My precious Sarah a few months before going to heaven |
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