After we buried Kelly grieving, we were sure that that's it with our beloved pet. But a great surprise awaited for us. One month after Kelly's death my sister, Nilly, came home for a few days off from her pre-army service with a friend accompanied with a female dog trying to find her a new home. There is nothing unique about this besides the interesting and striking fact that this dog was also called Kelly. At first I was sure that my sister, Nilly, is kidding in an effort to persuade my father to adopt her, but her name was really Kelly. The coincidence is remarkable since the name Kelly for a dog is quite rare.
A few pictures of our "new" Kelly (probably an interesting mixture of a Basset Hound with a German Shepherd) follow: