This painting pretty much sums up what my Jeannette looked like. She was amazingly beautiful. She died too young. Never got a chance to know how it is to grow old like me and be a grandmother. She never got to see her children grow up. The oldest was only 16 when she died. That is the worst pain she had. Knowing she would leave her children. I am proud of her and I thank God for letting me have her for 37 years. My Nettle Poodle. I miss her so much.
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