My little Fee Fee.
My shadow. My blessing. My sweetie Wheatie.
Today I share my heart. A year has passed already since my little Wheaten Scottie, Fiona Jordyn, took her last earthly breath and traveled over the Highland Moors to greet those who love her in a place far more beautiful than where she began. Her life ended far too early. A genetic liver disease won and took my little buddy away from me. She had just celebrated her 5th birthday.
Remembering the little fire ball who ran the house. Half sister to Duhgall, she loved her family. She seemed to know when you needed a paw gently placed on your hand, she knew when you needed to laugh. A clown, a best friend, a little Wheatie girl who could stare holes in your heart. Faithful, loyal…she would lay on the floor facing the front door waiting for her family to come home. Though she had a deformity on her radial bone in her right leg, you would never know. She ran with abandon on the beach. Fee loved life. She woke up happy. One of her favorite things ever was to have her red Kong ball thrown so she could chase it. She would sleep with her ball and panic when she could not find it. She loved being treated to a cup of whipped cream from the nice folks at Starbucks. Her big nose could reach to the depth of that cup for every bit of that sweet treat. She would run like a little rabbit and do a little skip, like she had a little hitch in her giddy up. Always in charge, always the one to bark if someone came to the door and then be happy when she saw that it was a familiar face. She loved her brother, Duhgall, and they were inseparable. The photos alone represent their love for one another.
For those who are owned by Scotties, you will know they love their family, but there will always be the one family person that is “their” person. Duhgall fancies my husband and Spencer, but Fiona was “mine”. She followed me to bed each night and waited for me to pick her up and put her on the bed . One of the cutest things she would do would go up to the side of the bed, hide under the bed skirt and I would say, “where is Fee?” (Little did she know, her tail always stuck out.) Ha! She would wait a good amount of time and then make a groaning sound. It was doggy hide and seek. She made me laugh each time. Silly girl. Oh how I loved her playfulness.
She had a purpose in her life. I recognize that now. She truly, truly was a gift from God.
She loved everyone. And everyone loved Fee. We all miss her. She was there for us in our dark time of life and gave us a little sunshine when we needed it most.
Little girl….little buddy….we will be together again. Till then….run free and chase your red ball. Love on our angel boy who has you now.
Over the misty moors someday I shall go…with the distant bagpiper calling me home. A turn in the road ahead I see and who shall be waiting for me? My Jordy and my Fee.