When I was a little girl, I would dream of having a very special dog. I watched every episode of ‘Lassie’. I read every book I could get my hands on about dogs. I just knew one day I would have that special dog.

Days turned into years, and dreams were forgotten in detail.   I had dogs come and go into my life. I felt very fortunate to have lived with some pretty special dogs in my life. The type of dogs that people knew by their ‘first name’… No, I didn’t have a “Hatter”, or a “Carey”, or “Ares”… but I was lucky to have a Trick, Copy, Ditto, Zette and Rerun.

But in all my wildest dreams I never thought I would have a dog like Lolita…A dog that people not only knew by her first name, but a dog that people would say…”Oh great! Lolita is here”, as if they were already defeated.

Lolita came into my life 6 years ago…She walked into my house with great appreciation. As if almost to say… Thank you for making me yours…and I will love you forever… But love me with all of her heart she couldn’t…. You see, her first mother was very good to her… they loved each other more then words could say… But as life sometimes happens...Sophie couldn’t keep her any longer… so I was blessed with living the next 6 years with Lolo…and here is where my dreams came true…Lolita was my heart dog…

As she grew more accustom to the language or my very bad accent, Lolo assumed the Queen status. From not only all the other Belgians that lived here, but from the boarders that visit on a regular basis, to their families… to my family… and of course my dog friends… they all knew Lolo, and all had the great respect for her  that she demanded…

Lolo won many awards, achieving every degree we set out to gain.. All in the grand style only befitting a Queen… but what Lolita did best… was to give herself 150%, 100% of the time.. Never did Lolita look at me and turn her back, or not try… it wasn’t because of the love of a ball, or the desire for that special cookie… it was always because her whole job in life was to please her person, to love them and to protect them… In true Belgian style… with all of her heart, all of the time…

I lost Lolo February 13, 2006. She went very quietly in her sleep… never giving any indication that she didn’t feel well, or that she might be weak or tired… She was always a Queen... Regal to her last day....

I’m blessed to have had her with me, even if only for a short time… Because, I know, it is better to have had her for a short time…. Then not at all…

It is with broken hearts that Sophie and I have to say Good Bye to her...  She touched us both.... We will never be the same... 

To Lolo, You were my pride and joy…Go In Peace Little Girl, I love you!

“Bye Bye Lolo, You Be Good”