She was a very Special little girl. When not much more than a year old after I returned from hospital after a 10hour surgery operation for a brain tumor, she took upon herself to be my nursemaid. Every morning (although previously never entering the bedrooms), she bustled her way in and around to my side of the bed. Her nose would then ferret out my hand or face until I spoke to her, she would then lay down, and refuse to move till I managed to sit or get up. Poppy would then follow me religiously around the house this went on for the next year, till I was feeling a little better. Poppy's methods of communication were excellent, ranging from asking with her paw,waving and gripping!. Clearing her throat in a hmm hmm sound, licking her lips for a drink, the follow me lassie manoveour, and even going to collect a doggy tiolet bag herself and standing in front of me with it in her mouth so I got the subtle hint.
She spent her last hours in her favourite spot,the garden, on her bed, under the sunshade covered with a blanket, watching the world go by, comforted by both her human parents, till she finally relaxed peacefully away.