
This week, we had the very hard chore of putting our dog down.
At fourteen, she'd been loyal, sweet and a pure joy in our life.
A lab/gray hound mix, she, at times, seemed to be a cat in a dog's body. She didn't bother you or demand attention. Except if she wanted her rump scratched, then she'd let you give her a few pats on the head and then she'd turn for the real treat.
Not a noisy dog, she didn't bark or howl like most dogs unless provoked. Brave and loyal, she'd stand right beside you, her hair raised on her back and give a few barks. But she wouldn't leave your side or run off.
Born sometime in October, we got her from the pound when she was just six weeks old. A true member of the family, she will be missed.
All dogs go to heaven so she living an even better life now.

No Snow.
Tina