Dearest Abby, As a child, I drew a picture of a dog. Black spots and a curly tail. It was you. Thirty years later we found you. Sixteen years later, we’ve lost you.
In between, we always lived, loved, laughed, -LIFED! together. Don turned you into a fetching fool; you turned me into a pushover. Along the way you became our community dog – all our friends and family were as excited to visit YOU as us.
One uncle wrangled you at our wedding – both of you Dresssed to the Nines; another threw the ball during his hot tub soak, every single time you brought it back to him. Others lauched Frisbees to watch your aerobatic retrievals. Everyone stood amazed with your knowledge of Predictive Physics. No matter how macho or girlie a throw went out, you’d get your mouth right in front of that Kong ball.
Your aunts oooh-ed with sweetness when they heard about your squeaky little yips when you saw your first cattle. And how I had to fight to keep your wriggly puppy body outside that fence. You used your learned wisdom and restraint when Little Girl Abby faced off Old Dog Abby; thanks for not biting your aunt’s child…
Over the years, when we lost our people, you sat quietly beside us in our sadness. Now that we’ve lost you, your people – and your cats – are beside us.
We all love you and will miss you forever.
Lynn & Don