Her name is Angel. You can almost see the halo. She lives behind my in-laws in Florida, and has a memory like an elephant. I suppose her sharp memory is a result of the box of biscuits that Brian and I fed her last year. After we left, we were told that she held vigil in the back yard for 2 weeks, day after day, staring at the in-law’s house, waiting for us to come out of the back door and head towards her with a treat. She even tried digging her way out of the yard to find us. She finally realized that we were gone.
When we arrived this year, she caught a glimpse of us and her tail wagging broke the speed of light. No biscuits this year, though. That caused more trouble for her and her owners than it was worth. She has settled for a pat on the head.
It’s nice to be remembered.