Skeeter Ann
Skeeter Ann passed on from the Smith family in late 1997, after losing a long battle with age and hip dysplasia. She was as true and loyal as any dog could be, and was the queen of companions to my father. Rescued from the streets in the early 80's, Skeetie was supposed to be my dog, but her heart belonged to Daddy.
Several times over the last few years, we have thought we would lose her. She would suffer paralysis in her back two legs, and require assistance just to get onto her pillow. Once, she seemed so close that my father spent a day digging the grave. Yet she could see as he dug with tears in his eyes, that he wasn't ready for her to go, and miraculously the next day, her pain seemed gone, and she was walking without even so much as a limp.
She was brave and loving, and lasted for as long as she could, to give all she felt she needed to, to the family who loved her so. When she died, my father buried her in the grave he had dug more than year before, and planted on top a flowering hybiscus bush, which bloomed 3 enormous flowers last November 2nd (my father's birthday).
We know she watches out for us. We miss and love her still.
Jeff, Cindy and Tracee Smith