19/10/2022
It's with great sadness I'm posting the loss of the second Terror, JT, to heart failure. He fancied himself to be the Hand of the Queen, escorting Molly around the yard every time she went outside. While his best pal, Tucker, would only cuddle with a few approved people, JT freely gave cuddles to anyone willing to pet him. Nine years old, he never lost his cute puppy face and greeted me each morning by crawling all over me as soon as I woke and bestowing happy ear kisses. I loved watching him and Tucker play together The three Terrors were a real pack. Always sharing mischief, backyard hunts and cuddles. I've never had multiple dogs that bonded together and looked to me as the alpha. They were individually special as well as special to each other. The Terrors Three are now just one. At 15, Molly is still pretty spry and Queen of the House. I'm so glad that I was able to give them a feature role in my most recent book, Forever Comes in Threes, while the pack was still intact.