Before Dixie, I had a little Pitbull named Phoebe (there is a blog about her). She was an exceptional dog. She died from cancer, and I was heartbroken. I decided to put a gravestone where I buried her ashes. I wanted to see it from my office and bedrooms. It is in a particular, out-of-the-way spot.r spot.
When Dixie’s first snow event ended, I cleared Phoebe’s grave.
Later in the day, I saw her having a moment with Phoebe.
About three months later, I saw her sitting on guard watch—another bout of the chills.
Three months after that, I found her lying on it.
They are my two little angels.
Dixie the Pony Dog 
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