DynamoBT
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We said goodbye to our White Bull Terrier, CH Corsaire Flying Cloud, TT this afternoon. Pulmonary Fibrosis reached a tipping point. And her breathing deteriorated rapidly over a few days. Sylvie was a feisty little character. She put up with Bugsy, her son, for about a year and a half. Then, one day, decided she'd had enough of him. She thought he might be better off dead. That was our Miss Bee. She was all about her personal space. Stay out of her face and she was fine. Crowd her, and she'd have something to say. Bugsy is and was such a good natured lug that he never did quite get the message. We just separated them.
Sylvie was feisty to the end. She barked at the Vet to get it in gear and get the show on the road. My term of endearment for her was "Little Horror". And she was, a horrible bee.
The house is going to be very empty without her. My husband Ron and I and Bugsy are going to miss her terribly. I hope the other bullies sing her way over the bridge. She would love that, being the princess she was.
Sleep tight little bee. God watch over you.
Sylvie was feisty to the end. She barked at the Vet to get it in gear and get the show on the road. My term of endearment for her was "Little Horror". And she was, a horrible bee.
The house is going to be very empty without her. My husband Ron and I and Bugsy are going to miss her terribly. I hope the other bullies sing her way over the bridge. She would love that, being the princess she was.
Sleep tight little bee. God watch over you.
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