Today We Said Goodbye To Our Best Furry Friend
Wilhelmina went to animal heaven today. She left us with a broken heart. We will miss her happy-go-lucky personality.
Mini, as our family called her, was adopted from the pound. The odds were against us, I didn’t believe they were, but a logical person might have. We had to put our name in for this furry Giant Schnauzer, who looked like a mini-bear indeed. We were third on the waiting list, you see, she was sure to be desired by potential animal lovers one or two, but none would take her, and so we received the blessing of a furry ball of sunshine passed up by others.
My husband brought her home one day, much to my surprise. I was a bit disturbed to have a new companion, at first. It’s not for the reason you might think. I am an animal lover after all, especially the canine kind. But lest my husband forget, we had already adopted a Pitbull-lab who also resided in our home. This was one too many, you see. Nope, it couldn’t be. But that sneaky husband of mine chose to ask for forgiveness than permission. And, so the adventure began with two pups added to the Ische clan.
Then came the decision to name her. That came easy, as we gave her the name Wilhelmina after my husband’s great grandmother who had passed away. As she grew and we introduced her to friends, they would always tell us, “You named her wrong.” Mini didn’t look like a “mini,” you see, she was a Giant Schnauzer, after all, but the name stuck and fit her perfectly.