I talked to my former neighbors who moved to Arizona in March. They were so very helpful during Bill's illness. Their precious and sensitive standard poodle named PJ was a very special little being in my life at that time. She seemed to sense my grief and was extremely protective of me - pulling her mom to my house before she would go on a walk, just to make sure I was OK. Here she is waiting for me to let her know I'm OK.
PJ was 12 years old. She developed an inoperable tumor and passed away last month. I am sad!
