Our sweet Baby Abby, our Little Moppet, was such a special little soul. But for a twist of fate, we never would have met her. We had actually paid for another puppy, but when my wife went to pick her up, they had sold her to someone else! So, my wife went on the search and found Abby that very same day. Clearly, she was meant to find her way to us.
As with many small, fluffy creatures, from the moment we brought her home, theoretically to be a friend for her big brother Wicket, she ruled the house (and Wicket, for that matter!). While she was teeny, he let her ride roughshod over him. As with most siblings, as she got bigger, he started standing his ground. But whether at home, at the dog park or at Doggy Daycare, he would always keep an eye on her, trotting over to check she was OK before continuing to play with the other pups.
She was always such a happy, cuddly little cloud with legs, nicknamed "Happiest Puppy in the World" almost immediately. It was impossible not to fall in love with her. Her tail was always wagging, whether there was food in the offing or simply because she was happy we were there. She brought a smile to the face of everybody she met, from friends and family to staff at the vets and Doggy Daycare, and even strangers at the door.
She was our special little weirdo, our kitten in puppy's clothing. Like my wife, she was a bit high-strung, quirky and stubborn. She was a little Hoover when it came to food and inherited her big brother's bizarre love of beansprouts. We'd been telling the vet for years that both fluffballs got as excited about beansprouts as they did about cheese. When we finally showed the vet one day, the whole staff laughed so much!
She brought us such joy, even during the hard times. She always made us smile and filled our hearts. She would follow us around like a little shadow, climbing over the furniture or giving us the softest, warmest, sweetest snuggles.
We will never forget her little trot, her wonky/frog legs, her pudgy little belly and her kisses. Her Ninja skills, sneaking into the garage (where the food was stored) and getting locked in; her Booster Seat Houdini Act (there's nothing like glancing in the back seat at the traffic lights to spot a small ball of fluff, still attached to the tether, sitting between the two booster seats and looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth); or taking her life in her paws to be by my wife's feet under the desk, even between the spokes of the wheely chair!
We should have had more time. She was taken far too soon, and we miss her so much. But we are both so grateful for the 10 amazing years during which she filled our lives with love and puppy kisses.
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