03 February 2016

Weeping Wednesday

She became part of our family in 2003 --
the last year all of our kids called the PNW home;
the year the changes began.
The "runt" of the litter--a wonderful combo of white fluffy fur, emotions and energy.
She was perfect paw-fect and we knew she should make her home with us.  
As the years passed she would become more sure of herself
and in time took a more dominant role in her "pack".
She loved spending time with
her aunts, who often would feed her treats...
her human brother and sis who loved her...
her nieces and nephews too.

but most of all, she loved spending time with her Alpha Daddy Dog
(AKA Farmer Boy).
He was EVERYTHING to her.
She was an accomplished blogger,
creating at least two three posts on this blog
Her favorite subject being HERSELF
(of course).
She was not one bit conceited
or maybe she was just totally secure in our love.
She could be sad, happy, shy, bold, curious, temperamental, manipulative,
loving, cuddly, wanting to be left alone--
the one thing she never was--
was boring.  
She loved people food.
She didn't like dog food.
She hated chickens (the live ones).
She had a love-hate relationship with cats
(but apparently learned one day they are best left alone).
She had a love-hate relationship
with her doggie brothers too
 (especially if there were any chickens in sight or earshot).
She hated her picture being taken.
Kind of like yours truly:)
She was a good watchdog;
incredibly loyal to her Daddy Dog.
She trusted him implicitly and he never, ever let her down.
She was one of a kind;
I can't imagine ever finding another pup like her.
Could there ever be one?
She loved to travel and did so routinely--
from the heights of Timberline Lodge (Mt Hood)
to the sandy beaches along the Oregon coast.
Forests, the Coast Range, the valley...
Trips will not be the same without her. 
Sad sigh.
I thank God for creating you my furry one and for bringing you into our lives.
I thank Him for answering my prayer and letting us know,
beyond a shadow of a doubt,
it was time to let you go
(even though my heart is breaking from your loss).

Know that I will miss you intensely each and every day but
 your paw prints will forever be etched in my heart.
Go with God now my Furry One.
Farewell and thank you for everything.
Love Always,
In memory of our Baby Girl Eskie who died this week
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