We visited wee Aggie this afternoon while we were picking some things up for my dad. Aggie was the dog along the street from my mum, the apple of my mum’s eyes. Aggie is now ten and is still as cute as a button. She looks after her hooman dad and has captured the hearts of many of her neighbors and local villagers.
Aggie was the original to my Maggie, the little westie my mum was going to get when she retired before the universe decided it had other plans and swept my mum away suddenly to be with the angels.
I miss my mum everyday and always will but I take comfort in the brown eyes and cloud soft fur that sits by side. Westies will always hold a special place in my heart as will wee Aggie.