I'm taking a couple of days off to mourn the loss of our dear Jenny.
15 years is a long time for a dog to be in this world.
And Jenny? Well. She made the most of those years, and enjoyed every one of her days.
I will always choose to remember Jenny most up north, at the lake.
She loved the boat, the water, fishing, swimming, retrieving flotation devices of all kinds.
I'll also remember her in the garden, as she's always been my gardening companion. She had a true affinity for my hostas . . . from her first puppy-summer (where she flattened everything) to this photo taken last year. I'll miss her out there . . . "grubbing" in the soil with me, and popping out from under the hosta leaves.
15 years . . . is a long time for a dog to be part of a family.
She'll be missed.
“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.”
– Agnes Sligh Turnbull