Then last weekend came and she slowed down and couldn't walk, wouldn't eat, just lay looking sad. She was almost 13 years old, her body was just worn out, so we made the decision to let her rest. And now I miss her, even though a couple months ago we got a bouncy, black puppy, I still keep looking for Dinah.
So naturally I had to find some pics of her through the years-check out that adorable puppy! Ever since we got married, we wanted a dog, but lived in an apartment so we talked about the dog we would get. Even talked about the name we would give her (seriously-this was as bad as figuring out names for children!) Settled on Dinah because then we could sing the song- you know- "someone's in the kitchen with Dinah.." corny. So, finally, we were ready to go and got our puppy from a breeder and she sat on my lap and cried all the way to our house. Then that night there was a thunderstorm and I sat on the floor by her so she wouldn't be alone and scared. ( A bit of a full circle, as last Sunday night I sat on the floor by her bed at night so she wouldn't be alone.)
Then in the past few years she slowed down-alot. Still loved to go for walks, but it was down to the corner and back, rather than all around the neighborhood. Still incredibly stubborn, there were a few times that if she was tired on the walk she would just quit-totally-there was no moving her until she was ready to go again. Her idea of playing was curling up next to someone on the floor and being pet. And she was a very good present guard dog at Christmastime-the perfect place to sleep!