... about 7 pounds of needy Bichon Frise - kind of the polar opposite of Basil. She was my parents' pet and until yesterday was staying with my youngest brother and his large family of (mostly) girls. I'm sure she was very spoiled and treated like the princess she believes herself to be. She'll be with us for a while... but that's ok. When I look into her little face I'm reminded of the fact that she was the last one to have spent time with my father - those dark, piercing eyes have seen a lot.
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