She was 14; an incredible age for a large dog, and our longest-lasting yet.

The above photo is probably my favorite one of her that I have, because just looking at it, you can tell the kind of dog she was: sweet, kind, cheerful, enthusiastic, bright-eyed. Bonded with all of us as a superb family dog.

For the first time since I was 2 years old, I’m without a dog. It’s a very strange feeling. I keep looking around for her, waiting for her to appear for her various daily routines.

I am so fortunate to have had such a special dog in my life.

She is loved and very much missed.