This morning my Brewer girl went to heaven. She was in a lot of pain, but she wouldn't let you know it. Memories of her is the gift she has given me for my lifetime. She was the most intuitive dog I have ever met. She knew me, and my feelings well.
She was buried here in front of my home on the farm. I hope she is running and playing in the pastures. She couldn't run anymore, and could barely walk with arthritis. My husband George named her (of course!). She was the last of our pets that we shared together. This makes it especially hard. George used to love to scratch her right above her tail. When he did, she would bend over into a somersalt. He called it her "inversions." Brewer gave me thirteen great years. She didn't want to leave me, and I didn't want her to. She endured a lot with me. Many years, many joys, and sorrows. In particular, George's death. Brewer slept next to me for many years and snored and snored imitating George. She was a huge comfort. A part of me is gone today, my last link to George. I pray she is in his arms right now, and without pain. I love you, my Brewer girl. Thank you for being in my life. You were the best girl ever.
Jester being a bit NOSY