And that described OB's dog, Zula, perfectly.
She was amazing.
She loved all (except when her daddy was petting another dog).
She knew no evil, because she had no evil.
And she loved trucks, especially her Papaw's truck.
Which in the end was her downfall.
She loved them so much that she didn't understand that they could hurt her.
And hurt her the delivery truck did.
OB was able to hold her and shower with love as she took her last breath.
And she now will travel with her daddy wherever he goes.
It is times like this that I have to remember and hold onto the memories of that love and happiness and joy. Cause when that love and happiness and joy is suddenly gone, it hurts - real bad.
Love you Zula-girl.
Nana and Papaw are so glad that you were able to visit and share your love with us before you were taken to the Rainbow Bridge... way, way, way too soon.
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