Jingles was my first dog to foster when she was a year old, and we officially adopted her on my birthday in May 2010. Needless to say, fostering was the best thing I ever failed at! She was happiness personified, wrapped up in layers of fluff. She had several nicknames on rotation: Jingle Bell, Bells, Fuzz, Super Fuzz, Peanut Butter-Banana Monster, Piglet, Baby Girl, Angel, Golden Dog, Bug…just to name a few. Just saying her name brought a smile to my face. She was my “heart” dog, and helped my husband and me through life during the most trying of times. Truly the sweetest, most cuddly dog and adored by everyone she met; I even got to bring her to my office on occasion, where she was an absolute favorite. She loved walks at the park, where she expected everyone to pet her and be her friend, treats (especially peanut butter and cheese), her stuffed animals (which she never chewed up, just cleaned them like they were her babies), snuggling every night with her mama and making this high-pitched squeaking sound to tell you how happy she was (this had a way of making you feel so loved!). It’s been nearly 6 months since she went to the Rainbow Bridge, and I’m still struggling to write about her through tears; there are no words that can encapsulate the pure joy, endless unconditional love and genuine companionship she gave us daily. We miss her to the moon and back again. Her golden spirit we will treasure forever, but as a dear friend told me: “Your heart will always have a chip in the shape of Bells.” Our home is empty and our hearts even more so. We are waiting patiently for our beloved angel pup to send us another fur baby like her. Thank you, GBGRR, for our best friend.
-Jingles’ Mom and Dad