"In the summer of 1993, a shiny black dog with a white shirt front appeared on the grounds of the Dixie White House Nursing Home. A stray that no one missed? Hundreds of nursing home residents, past and present, miss her now. A lost, much beloved pet? No one could get within arm's reach of her then. A victim of abuse? Her sweet nature endeared her to all. She herself chose her vocation: to brighten the lives of residents, many of whom had to leave their own pets behind. An open door was an invitation to her, and she skipped none. With a non-stop wagging tail, a laughing face and a friendly paw, she converted even dog-fearers into Dixie-lovers. So good natured, she willingly endured being dressed in seasonal costumes merely to amuse her friends .. or, as she knew them, her "buddies". Her buddies, her doctors and their staffs, everyone who met her knew she was a very special being. We all feel the loss of this creature of unknown origin, and I feel blessed that she made me part of her mission. Beddy-bye, Dix.
Rest well, girl." Aline Gerard