Brigadoon

Today was a very hard day for us. Our dog, Brigadoon, died peacefully in our arms at home, a little past 7 am.

She was a beautiful German Shepherd Dog with a perfect temperament. We got her as a puppy and had the most fun training her. When she went deaf at a young age she still remembered all her commands because we had used hand signals with each one.

Here she is letting us know she would like a cookie out of the pantry. She had us well trained, too.

Our first dog training instructor commented on her manipulative ways when she was just twelve weeks old. He knew.

Here we are on one of our many walks down in the riverbed behind our house. She loved those walks but not the hosing down required before coming back inside.

Yes, she was a house dog. She could always be found in the same room as I or just outside it in the hall. A very constant companion.

She is showing her age here, looking a little tired. She was over 13 years old so it was time, but that doesn't make it any easier. Her passing leaves an empty hole in our lives and lumps in our throats. We will sorely miss her.

(I absolve myself from posting about green today.)