Pixie, Pixie, it has been almost four years and still we miss your presence. Hardly a day can pass without thought(s) of you and the pleasures you brought to us. You were with your momma and me for seventeen long-short years. That made you about 84 in our years when it was time for you to go on to The Rainbow Bridge and shed the signs of age your last years put on you. I can see you now your "girlish figure" back and doing your "happy dance" again. In all those years I can not remember ever being truly angry at you or even having to give you more then the very lightest of scolding and/or chiding. What a blessing you always were in our life.
She was beautiful from within (to us) right from the first moment, even though we had seen and owned many beauties in our life. My wife and I had just gone into the pet shop to see our friends, the owners and suppliers of other pets, and see what/who was on hand, as we often did. One of the old style pet shops run by people who really cared. Pixie and her sister (a little larger and just as white) made a striking and appealing presence in their kennel behind the glass. They appeared to be holding court for viewers and we swore Pixie was playing straight to us. She always had this thing of crouching down on the backs of her front legs, with her little butt up in the air and her stiff tail going back and forth so hard she swayed from side to side. Rose asked Gladys (the owner) if we could "see" them and before we knew it we were each holding one of the little white charmers. After a while we swapped off and then a young couple asked Gladys if they could hold one, if we didn't mind. As I said, they were both charmers and had spoken to our hearts (as well as to the young couple's, apparently) but Pixie had also showered each of us with kisses so it was her sister who got handed over. We wanted both of them but Rose had just given up her waitress job for a much needed rest and didn't feel we really could even afford one. We did, and Pixie went home with us, gaining her name before we got even half way there. Two things of note occurred shortly thereafter. We went back to get her sister the next morning but it turned out the young couple had been as smitten with her as we had with Pixie. The second was we felt her registered name ought to be more then just one word so naturally we included her regal (obvious) title of Princess Pixie. We never used the "title" but she was every inch a princess all her young life and a queen in later years. Not only to us, but also to the black, longhaired male Chihuahua we bought a scant few months later. He proved to be her life mate. Li'l Man (as we dubbed him) pledged his love and loyalty to her royal highness when we first brought him home and never veered from the support of her throne for the rest of her life. What a pair they were and what a hole they left in our hearts and lives.
