...lies a small grave containing the remains of two small dogs.
The grave lies outside the fence. The dogs are bound neither by weakened bodies nor yard fences.
They are nestled together, as they so often were in life. Buried with items that meant something to them.
The morning light casts its first rays upon the markers. The deer and wildlife meander through the thin trees.
Within sight of our front windows, we can look out each day and remember the two small dogs who brought so much happiness and joy to our lives.
DJ, a white snoodle, whose love and energy caused him to twirl like a ballerina when he was presented with a treat or new company.
Dakota, a light brown carin terrier, who was referred to as a terror. She leaped at the windows at the first opportunity to bark at a passing car, person, or squirrel.
Both dogs were taken on several trips to Maine. A 12-hour car ride. There they experienced new smells and ocean views. Locally, we took them to a cabin for a weekend where they barked endlessly at the people in the neighboring cabin.
But mostly they enjoyed the yard. With access to the see the street, the driveway, and the 5 acres of woods with an increasing number of deer passing through each day.
RIP Dakota
2000-2011
RIP DJ
1999-2011
You have each other for eternity and we'll wait patiently until we are all reunited.
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