My sweet girl lived 15 years. From 6 weeks old, she was in my life. I grew up from a 22 year old girl to a mother with Bandit by my side. I miss her super soft fur that I still have not felt on another dog. I miss her running through the yard at lightning speed like she was a prized race horse running to win the Triple Crown. I miss her beautiful face and her love of Christmas. A fawn, blue-nosed Staffordshire Terrier, she always caught everyone’s attention and kept their favor as her kind and gentle disposition impressed even the most skeptical critic.
She was a fighter for this life. As a middle-aged dog, she was still running that fence line, until she aged and progressively slowed and then could no longer run anymore. The last months of her life were not filled with joy or a wagging tail, but rather senior dementia and all the symptoms that came along with it. Yet, it was when she was in pain that I called Home to Heaven as it was time to ease her suffering. When the time came and she was over 105 years in dog years, Home to Heaven sent an amazing vet to the house to help Bandit pass from this life and cross the rainbow bridge.
Bandit lived a long life filled with cuddling at the fireplace with her head on my chest; sitting behind me asking for one more Christmas present to tear open; long, warm naps in the sun; sprints through the snow; a good morning hug and pet to start the day; and just happiness. She was always happy, but also strongly independent. She loved this life and her absence is missed everyday.
RIP Bandit — 6/1/2000-10/24/2015