Why dogs deserve the best

Why dogs deserve the best

This is our old girl, Rocket.  She was with us for a good long time, although it's never long enough.  She's smiling in this picture, showing her appreciation for the comfy chair.  

When she was younger, she would come out with me when I was out on the horses, getting especially worried if a storm was coming or something else was happening she considered worrisome.  I'd see her head peak up over the hay or weeds, just keeping an eye out.

This is her, cooling off in the horse tanks; one of her favorite places on a hot day.  As she got older and her hips didn't work as well, she could get in but she couldn't get out.  She'd have to stand and wait for me to come pull her out.  But she'd always be there.

This is her, modeling one of my creations.  She was my favorite model because, no matter what she thought of the creation, she'd try to make it look good.

She was always the one to take care.  She was the one who settled the arguments in the pack.  She was the one who watched over the stray kittens.  She was my friend and my companion.

It was hard to watch her hurt.  It wasn't easy to see her lose weight and get weak.  And it wasn't especially fun to clean up when she couldn't control her bladder and then her bowels.  

But I did it and I'm glad I did.  She would have done it for me.