I was in the basement near our clothes washer and low and behold Aunt Bea was sitting on top of a paper grocery sack filled with old clothes. I looked at her in amazement and said BEAAAAA! She gingerly climbed off the grocery bag and sash-shayed over to me as only she could do. She often did that little wiggle especially when meeting new people. It was her way of saying Hello.
I picked her up and held her close thinking only that I could not take my eyes off of her or my little darling would disappear. It was peculiar because my little 35 pound girl seemed to weigh nothing at all, but I could feel her shape and smell her puppy fur in my face. I ran up the steps shouting for Kathy. I remember shouting "Kathy! Aunt Bea! - Aunt Bea! I flew up the steps with my little girl in my arms and when I got to the landing Kathy was there but Aunt Bea was gone. As quickly as she came she had left.
I knew without a doubt that my little girl had come back to let me know all was well on her side of the fence. I was then able to let her go once and for all. I gave her to the Blessed Mother knowing she would be on the best of heavenly laps.
Six Years Later:
My wife and I did get another Corgi: Charlie Marie is the girl on the left. Her friend Colton (right) came for a Valentine Day Visit.