|Every day, no matter where we were, she washed his face.|
She had suffered an episode last winter that we had thought was in the past, but it was probably some kind of stroke and it seemed that when Max was gone she just went downhill fast.
|Just wanting to be with her people. "Outside is for dogs" she seemed to say|
She hated thunderstorms and was usually looking for cover, behind the chair, or in our walk-in closet, long before the first thunderhead showed up at Dogpound North. Entirely different than Max who would roar out to do battle with the storm. But she really liked just laying about wherever her people were, and in most cases in front of the refrigerator in the trailer or in the high traffic areas in the house.
|Her favourite sleeping position|
|There will be some high energy romps going on at the Rainbow Bridge tonight|