BEGINNINGS
She curls up next to me in the recliner. I feel her heartbeat on my leg. It is a magical feeling. Amazing that this single small organ will determine the day and time of her death. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat conceals the ticking time bomb that is congestive heart failure in her tiny body. We named her before we ever laid eyes on her. Bruce was rebuilding classic cars at the time. I told him the next rebuild needed to be a Duesenberg. He replied that the only way I was going to get a Duesenberg was to get a dog and name it Doozie. Hence, Doozie became Doozer Bug Face, Little Dooze, Bug Face, Sweetie Pie, Cutie Pie, Princess, Girlfriend and Baby Girl We picked her up in Brigham City on December 23, 2016. She rode home in my lap. Little did I know this small bundle of fur would eventually destroy me. Would I have chosen differently if I had an inkling of the devastating pain ahead? Probably n...