Agatha W. Christie ( the W stands for Whodunit ) has been dead for almost four years. She was the star of my life for ten years--companion, confidante, and source of solace.
She wasn't aware that she was really a Retriever dressed up like a Bull Terrier. No one loved "BALL" more than she, nor did anyone know how to keep the game going for as long. She even knew the spelling of the word ! I acted as the marriage broker for her when we were planning the wedding with Spuds MacKenzie. Upon calling the head of advertising for Anheuser Busch, and proposing the marriage, (since she had the identical marking that he had) there was a pause; and then another person came on the phone. It seems that such a union was impossible, and I believe that we were the first outsiders to learn that "Spuds" was female !
"Aggie" is still sorely missed even though I now have a replacement. Old loves are not forgotten.
I will look for her star, I know it will reflect her brightness.