| We had to put our yellow lab down a few years ago. I miss that unconditional wagging-tail, love at the front door. She was a rescue dog, about 1 1/2 when we got her. The kids were small, 4 and 7 when we got her and she wasn't really their dog. She was mine until we got the kittens in 1998 and then she became completely devoted to them. I would walk her down to the beach, the cats following in a little parade. They all slept together in the big dog bed in the kitchen. |