I had a Canadian neighbor, a snow bird. She had a terror of a little terrier. That dog did not like anyone, with a few exceptions. He liked me. Not Bob. He was such a problem, that when she went to play golf, she had to take him to a kennel.
He was destructive. Ate things like the door jam if she left him alone. Anyway, that was her dog. Our dogs never met. We had a code. Light on in car port meant we were out with the dog so wait to take yours out. We were great neighbors. Twice a season
we had dinner together. If we needed to borrow something , we could. But other than that, we didn't socialize. If Bob had an emergency, she was here for me. We were perfect for each other, as neighbors. She was a slim, active woman. She had probably been around
the world in her travels. I knew she had been married and divorced , had grown children and a few grandchildren. They did not visit her here and she didnt talk about them. She smoked. I got an email from her saying that she would be back the 15 th of October.
. On the 26 thof September, Her son emailed that she died. She got sick, got pneumonia and died. period. How does that happen. That is so unfair.