Category: Shadows and Black Clouds

She was my 10.5-year-old best golden girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased little, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips.  Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her fluffy, pristine tail everyday.  More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits. Continue reading “We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.” →