DOLLY, THE DOG I'LL NEVER FORGET
On October 10, 1995, I lost my dear basset hound, Dolly, unexpectedly at the young age of six to Thrombopathia, a hereditary bleeding disorder no one knew about at the time. Seeing the spark of life extinguished in those beautiful cinnamon eyes, like someone turned out a bright light in a room, affirmed to me the existence of her soul. Our time together was far too brief, but her memory and her influence in my life endure. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to Heaven and bring her home again.