Memories of Snickers ... Stitches of Love

It snowed like crazy here again. One day it's warm and sunny and the next day it's a winter wonderland. Last night we went to bed and big white heavy flakes were coming down hard, fast and furiously.  Accumulations of up to three inches an hour were gathering. Announcements were made that schools would be closed and businesses would open late this morning.  Sure enough, we woke up to a foot of snow. We know it'll all melt quickly and it'll be warm and sunny again. Soon. (The sun is poking through right now.) That's simply our spring weather pattern. This is how we get our moisture in Denver's semi-arid climate. So. Right now we are tromping through the heavy wet white stuff. Again. Luckily we sort of like it. And unquestionably it is beautiful.

So.  Here's the problem. We were all long and fuzzy. Both of us. Like woolie bears. Then we started blowing our coats. All over everything black that our Girl and our Moma wear. And we were starting to get a bad reputation for a breed that supposedly doesn't shed. So. Figures. Moma took it upon herself to rid us of all our furs. One morning we were warm and wooly. That evening we were practically naked. Yep. It's the truth.

You probably already knew all that. And you know about our weather. And you know that we have a simple and wonderful solution. Our jammies.

What you may not know is a story that goes with them. And how very very special are jammies are to us. And how very very special they will always be. Always and furever.

So we'd like to tell you. It has something to do with the little girl in this spectacular recent painting by Ami, Asta's mommi. This is the beautiful portrait that was created just for Butchy and the four catses and most especially for MamaLamb. In celebration of their very special Snickers. The amazing wirey girl who touched so many lives and brought so many families together in love and support. The girl we'll always remember. And recall as the sweet and brave, tenacious and wonderful wire fox terrier that she was.

It all started back in August of 2009 when some of the girls were planning a spa day and a sleepover.  (This is me, Fergi, by the way, pawing out this post.) I'll admit that I worried about that party. It was my first experience like that and I really didn't know what to pack. Someone suggested simply "pack up your cosmetics and your jammies and come have fun." Problem was, I didn't have any jammies. Still, I got things together and I joined my new friends. I arrived and had a wonderful time. My friends made sure I was comfortable and not too overwhelmed. When it came time for nighttime giggles and girl-talk, we get ready for bed and I saw the cute jammies the other girls were wearing. Snickers had on MooJammies and my sissie Asta had on some cute mint green and pink floral jim jams.

When I got home, I told Moma that I wanted some of my own. I loved those jammies the girls were wearing. (I can't continue the story without including, Jake did not want to be left out.  He made it clear that he'd like some too. More masculine ones, of course, but nonetheless jammies.)

So, Moma started communicating with MamaLamb (Butchy and Snickers moma) and let her know she'd like to order some special jammies for us for Christmas. And plans got underway. MamaLamb sent a very detailed sizing chart and both Jake and I stood very still for careful measurements. And, the funner part, I got to look at several pictures of Sweet Snickers in her lovely jammies to help decide just what color and pattern I wanted. She had some lovely pink floral ones. And some solid bright pink ones. And she looked so beautiful in them all.



Moma and MamaLamb talked and talked about what colors and what combinations would be best. Little did Jake and I know at that time that we would have new jammies for Thanksgiving.

And here is where the really special part comes in. It's very special to us. You see, MamaLamb was busy making our jammies when Miss Snickers was at her sickest. And MamaLamb told our Moma that it helped distract her and keep her busy.  On 20 November 2009 I got an email from Butchy that said "Mama and I were having so much fun, we were making Jake's jammies. We made yours last night. I actually helped Mama the whole time too." That meant a lot to us, that they were working on our jammies even though Snickers was so very sick. Sadly, two days later, on 22 November 2009, Snickers joined the other angels in heaven. And three days after that we got another email that said, "Jake and Fergi, we forgot to tell you your jammies should arrive on Friday or Saturday. We hope you enjoy wearing them as much as Snickers always did and Butchy still does."

Well, there is no question about that.  We absolutely love our jammies. Mine exactly match my sissie Asta's and Jake's make him feel like a handsome svelte athlete. And we both feel like and believe a little part of Snickers went into these very special jim jams. They arrived in time for Thanksgiving and we were able to enjoy them in the comfiness of our home.  We certainly gave special thanks that very special holiday for the love that our sweet friend had shared with us. She and Butchy were some of our very first friends when we first started blogging. And now, whenever we wear our jammies, we think of Snickers with so much fond remembrance and so much love. And we always will. Now and furever.