Clarice
Clarice was our darling, beautiful girl. We found her on the freeway after she was struck by a car; we could never have predicted that being in the right place at exactly the right time like that would bring to our family the piece we didn’t know was missing.
She’d been frail and frightened, but she learned to trust our love. She met her big brother, Blackjack, and learned all about how to be a dog—how to play, what to get excited about, and how to find her confidence. She was the fiercest home protector the world has ever seen, despite only having three legs and fewer than half her teeth.
Clarice loved running at the park, swimming, going to bars and restaurants, and breaking strangers’ hearts when they reached too quickly to pet her and were met with her protective wrath. She loved visiting her grandparents at the farm, and stretching out in the sunshine. She loved her human aunts and uncles, and endeared herself to a family who never had much of an opinion on small dogs before she burst into our lives with her charm and quirkiness.
She spun in circles when she was excited, sometimes all the way across the house. She loved to wrestle hands, making gremlin- or dinosaur-like sounds when she was deep in the game. Most of all she loved snuggling. She always wanted to be in a lap, and whenever possible, stretched across multiple laps so she could embrace everyone she loved at once.
You fought your way into this world and into our hearts, and you will live there forever. We love you, Clarice.
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