Jiggles - a Beagle

by Jiggles' Mom Nancy

A few weeks before Jiggles left us Cyril and I were sitting on the deck, Jiggles as usual, between us ready to protect us by barking loudly at anyone who passed by. We had just received the news that her growth was benign and were thinking how lucky we were. One of us, I'm not sure who, remarked that Jiggles was the perfect dog. Between us we have had really wonderful pets but this little dog we decided was an amazing animal with absolutely no faults we could think of. This is a bit of her story.

We adopted Jiggles from a Mennonite farm and picked her from the six little Beagles playing around their mother. I remember the ride home when she howled and cried all the way back to the city but soon she settled down with her blanky and toys. We decided to take her for a walk along with our Husky/Shepherd, Silver, and as we went down the path to the park we wondered what we should call her. She wiggled her little bottom as she trotted along and the name Jiggles seemed the obvious choice.

Silver took her on as the one she must protect and that was good except that Jiggles never learned how to stand up for herself with other dogs, depending always on Silver to look after her. This was difficult when Silver passed on at the age of twelve and our Beagle would only walk with Cyril. He was her new guardian against all evil things.

Jiggles was a great traveler. With our RV we visited every province and most states with both dogs and neither ever caused us a moment of distress. They spent part of most winters in Florida and Jiggles was the camp pet. Joe, the owner, would carry her around in his golf-cart and everyone loved her and she loved everyone. They all knew Jiggles. In all her life, Jiggles never showed anything but love and tail-wags to the world. Yes, a perfect dog.

We will never have another Jiggles. I know that, and she died much too soon, but isn't that often the way? The best are called away too early. She is buried beside her Silver. We put sod on her plot and there is a place for flowers. I go out there and cry for both my dogs. I hope they have found a happy place where they will always be loved and that Silver is protecting my sweet little Beagle.

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