Whatever floats your boat...
My step-mom died @ 1:30 am this morning. We had our differences over the years but there were times when we were actually very good friends. Even when we weren't the best of friends we never lied to each other, not even little white ones, and I always appreciated that aspect of our relationship. I was with my 4 sisters last night until 10:00pm, in the facility where my step-mom was in hospice and many stories were told. I want to share the story of her dog.
My step-mom's name was Jane. Jane had a rescue=dog named skittle's. Skittles is a long=haired Dachshund who is suspicious of every human and a bully to all other species of animal and only friendly to humans who might be giving attention to other less deserving animals, human or otherwise.
After her third stroke 2 months ago, Jane could not care for Skittles. My sister Carol drove up from New Orleans, picked up Skittles and met my sister Elaine from South Carolina in Alabama to hand off the little, curmudgeonly beast. Elaine took her home to a house where a big dog and a dormouse are in residence. Elaine and her husband had their doubts that this little bossy-boss snapper was going to fit in with the family. Skittles didn't pay much attention to the current alpha-dog of the house but immediately took a great interest in the dormouse which made Elaine a bit nervous and so she watched carefully and diligently for days making sure to never leave the door open to the dormouse's room unless she was there. Sometime around the 4th day as she was supervising a visit, the dormouse came up against it's cage on the side where Skittles was trying to poke her nose through the bars and Elaine stood ready to grab Skittles if need be. Then a funny thing happened. Skittles long tongue shot out and she proceeded to give the dormouse a bath through the bars which the dormouse appeared to greatly enjoy. The two souls are now best friends and the door to the dormouse's room is always left open. Skittles guards the smaller creature as the tinier ball of fur naps, bathes her when she awakens and Skittle's first order of business in the morning after jumping down from Elaine and Daryl's bed is to go check on her new best friend.
I know Jane was aware and listening to the stories last night because when I held my phone up to her ear so that my son could tell her that he loved her and wished he could be there, her face noticeably relaxed and the corner of her mouth on the side that still moved curled up into a sweet smile. I know she was relieved to hear that Skittles was going to be just fine.