It was the last day of 2008 when we lost someone we loved so very very much.
Our almost 15 year old, German Shepherd Riley, died in her sleep.
She was a therapy dog, the kind of dog who would never leave the yard - especially when the kids were playing in it. Baby Kooka stabbed her fingers in Riley's eyes on more than one occasion without so much as a wimper. She kept us safe, protected us, loved us, and it was her time to go . . . but that does not make this any easier.
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Ouch. That just isn't fair. I think you've all had enough on your plate without this.
Hang in there...
xoxo,
Treats
Sorry J.
That's tough. Try to celebrate her wonderful life! I know that she couldn't have had a better family!
Love to you all,
Naomi
I'm sorry to hear about Riley. She was an amazing dog. Some dogs are just like a family member. Hope you guys are doing ok.
I'm so sorry about Riley. She was the best and will be missed by many.
I am so sorry, she was the best dog ever.
Thanks guys - it is really nice to hear from you - it reminds we of how many cool things we did with that dog. Like When James lost her - when Liberty said, "You know I think I like petting this dogs ears better than your new baby's head," - when Ritu used to babysit her - when I caught her with a cigarette in her mouth - when she scared the P!$$ out of a night jogger and I almost wet my pants laghing at him running away. Damn that was a good dog.
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