This is my little girl Abbey. Yesterday I had to put her down. She was blind and could only see shadows, almost deaf and had dementia. I was hoping to have her with me for another year, but her symptoms were getting more serious and she kept getting lost and distressed in the house.

Had someone help me dig a little grave for her, in the place she loved to lay and sunbake. She was buried and a little seedling marigold, that smells of pineapple when brushed against, was planted on her grave.

This is not a sad post. Although tears have been shed for many months, I feel ok about this being her time to pass.

She was a very gentle girl. She loved to lick my hands or feet, to show her love. Often it was the feet she licked, because that was all she could reach. She loved when kids would come over and give her a pat and cuddle. My big dog and Abbey often snuggled together one the one dog bed, even though they had a bed each, both inside and outside.

She will be sadly missed. But I am forever grateful that she was in my family for the past 12 years.

Love to all our special dogs that have passed over. 💓