Masterpiece Purple Kiss
 " Kissy"



A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits;
With the other angels she will not play, but she sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says she, "and when she comes she will call for me."
The other angels pass her by as they hurry toward the throne,
And she watches them with a wistful eye as she sits at the gates alone.
"But I know if I just wait patiently that someday my master will call for me."
And her master, down on earth below, as she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and whispers low to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks her ears and dreams that her master's voice she hears.
And when at last her master waits outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of death to open the door that leads to those courts of gold,
She will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
A little dog angel's bark.

In Loving Memory of  Kissy
November 1, 1997  -  November 7, 2011
 Kissy was my first black smooth.  She was quiet and gentle.
A lady at all times but full of fun, and lots of energy.  She got along well
 with all the other dogs and fit right into the pack.  We tried the conformation
ring  for a while but never really liked the ring.
Kissy went back to the breeder to be bred and she produced some great
 puppies over several years.  Kissy then came back to live with me and retire
 her breeding career.  

 Kissy was a healthy girl and was never sick a day in her life.  She enjoyed laying
 in the sun in the back yard and Mothering the younger chows , washing
their faces and cleaning their ears.  She was a true Mother .

 I was so please in November when she turned 14 years old.  I expected she
 would live  forever. We would say  "Swartzmoody "  will out live all of us.
On the morning of  November 5th she got up could hardly walk. Her front
legs went one way and her rear legs went the other.  I knew she had had a
stroke during the night.  I carried her out to the back yard and she was able
to  go to the bathroom and seemed to enjoy laying in the sun.  She  was able
to come back in even though she was wobbly. Next day I carried her out to
be  in the sun  and she so enjoyed laying in the yard.
Kissy became incontinent and  I knew she was getting worse. I did not
want her to suffer and knew what  I had to do.  Monday morning we said
our goodbyes and  I took her in and stayed with her while the vet did what
had to be done.  I had Kissy Creamated to sit on the fireplace mantle
 with all my other chows that have passed on.  
Bless you sweet girl you never did anything wrong.  I will miss you.