Oct. 2006-Feb. 2018.
Not nearly enough time, but the time we had was very sweet.
Above posted Feb. 24, 2018.
Below typed July 11, 2019
I can now type without crying. At least, we'll see.
I am so sorry, sweet pup. For the first time in my life, I remain without animal, as of today, July 11, 2019.
First posted this in February 2018, when I lost her, but my heart was still shattered, and I could not muster any thing to say. Said something glib and stupid, and for that, I apologize.
Moving to town was hard on both dogs, and the powerlessness I felt at their struggles was heart-breaking, too. Flip wasn't ever great on leash, it made her sad. Why would she be, born and raised farm dog. Flip was appalled by our new house, really. A habitable abode looked pretty danged good to me, although leaving the old place was pretty brutal too... ANYway, Flip, first thing she did was go through the back yard gate and stroll around on the road. Poor Flip, I wish...
Blaze "only" had 6 years on the farm, but Blaze was dragged to the city to "work", which she didn't enjoy, at all. Flip was no fan of commuting/city work either, really. Again, why would they be?
They were Australian Kelpies, bred and born to work sheep over thousands of acres.
At least "my" old place had acreage for walking. No habitable abode, but hey, great for dogs. New work completely sucks for dogs, great for work. Old work sucked for work, great for dogs... I'm sensing a pattern here!
Moving to town was a small death I had to deal my girls. There, I've said it. Thank you, tears, that actually helped a bit.
My heart is still broken, my current mindset doesn't want to inflict city life on a "new" (hate that word) dog. I moved to the country for old red dog, But. Then. Moved back to the city. Blaze used to bark at the fence around our yard. "Move, dammit!! I need more sniff rooms!"
I am so sorry, my girls. I loved and still love you both. We'll meet again in a big green field someday, and I'll bring the Frisbees. And the perfect stick for Rusty Red Dog, of course. A nice big pond, full of interesting creatures. A canoe for Rusty. Yes, indeed.
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