Pinky Johnston died at 7:07 pm tonight, on Saturday November 29th, 2014.
I had to give her a small tribute, or I'd go mad.Pinky was rescued by the ASPCA in NYC. She was a breeding bitch, and clearly starving when they saved her. By the time I met her a month later, she had been fed well & treated beautifully by the ASPCA.
I'll never forget that day as long as I live.
She was the very first of 100s of dogs I was planning on meeting.
Her name then was "Cookie," and the second I sat on the floor to say hi, she immediately plopped in my lap and looked up at me.
I laughed, looked up at my friend Anouk, and said "Well, I guess she's the one!"
The adoption lady was like "Are you sure? You don't want to see any other ones?"
"Nope. She's the one. I know it."
And she was.
The day I adopted her. We were in & out of the ASPCA in about 20 minutes.
The 1st of many kisses. I thought it was a bit much since we'd just met, but I soon discovered it was "her thing."
Later, the cop who rescued her sent me these pics of what she looked like when they found her.
I simply could not believe it. I still can't.
Here's the part that kills me the most...she gazes at this bitch who starved
& abused her, with LOVE in her eyes.
I'm not proud to admit that many, many times I've stared at that woman's leg, utterly consumed with a desire to put her in a cage, starve her for months on end & force breed her.
Later, we went back to the ASPCA to thank her Vet & Victoria Wells, the behavioral expert there.
Victoria became a good friend.
The following are my very favorite pictures of her.
6 months after I adopted her. True love.
This cracks me up. It looks like we're on the cover of some romance novel. Settle down, girl.
Pinky would come everywhere with me. Work, road trips, hotels, you name it. Here's a photo shoot for PETA, and she was just always there....unobtrusive or needy. As long as she was near me, she was happy.
Whenever they'd move these rickety wooden stairs over for me to get on the horse,
she'd follow me without hesitation. Like "What? I can ride a horse. You won't even know I'm there."
Had to sneak in a lick.
Every morning.
This one kills me.
After every taping of The Exes, Pinky bowed with me.
Pinky adored kids. My neice Elsa.
Livia Basche, David's daughter.
So sick with Lupus. She was my constant companion.
Oh how she adored Fagsy
Thank you Fagsy, for giving me my most treasured possession.
Ferozan
Ed
Bill
Sarah
John
Dar
John Raphael & Ferozan
Elsa again
Every day, rain, snow or sun, Joe Reilly would take her on an adventure. She LOVED him.
Aly, who finally met her recently. I'm so happy she was able to!
Her beloved Paula
My BFF Jackie
But next to me, the person she adored most in the world was David.
There are so many more, Morgan, Devon, and so many others. But I can't seem to find them and I'm too heartbroken to continue.
The hills will always be alive with the sound of Pinky....
One last bow.
Goodbye, Pinks.
You've touched so many people,
and made me a better person.
You'll always be in my heart.
It was an honor knowing you.
