Her Name Was Stinky, But She Had Sweetness And Style!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    It was a sudden, unexpected shock. There we were, David and I, along with our friend, Judy, walking down 77th Street, to home, in Bay Ridge. When we passed number 315,  I saw that Bacci was out, and called out to him. One of the homeowners told us he had bad news--that sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning, Stinky died.

                                     I cried instantly; Stinky was so cute and lovable. Holding, hugging, scratching and getting a kiss from her just often made my day.  And David's, too.  I shall never forget the day Roxy was clamoring for attention at the gate, fell onto Stinky's back--and she carried him up the stairs, where she would be safe. Such strength in such a tiny dog.

                                      And to think, as we found out, Stinky was all of 12 years old.  She never looked or acted it.  So, it is with extreme grief I write this post.

                                        You will always have a place in our hearts, Stinky. Now spread your love in the next world, to those who need it!

                                            Like Daniel Fitzpatrick!  If anyone can make him feel better, Stinky, YOU can!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!