We used to have a very sweet dog named Abby. She was a smallish black mutt, with white patches on her chest and feet. When we were all home during holidays, during the night, she would come and go into each of our bedrooms, making sure we were all accounted for. She died of kidney complications eleven years ago today. When I was ten, I swaddled her up on my bed and took a photo of her.
(Forgive me Abby, I knew not what I did.)
Abby's sailing through the leaf piles in the sky, tearing squirrels to pieces. You were loved, pup!
Posted by: Mary | January 19, 2007 at 01:31 PM