My favorite dog Abby (Abgail Blackstar Bear) had to pass away last week at the vets from cancer.
Shirley and I were with her until the end. A dog's (or any pets's life) sometimes means more than one realizes. I'm a doglover and have had a few dogs of mixed breed and a never thought much of purebreeds. But this little black dog changed that for me. Abby was an unpretentious purebreed Schipperke and she enjoyed meeting people and sniffing other dogs and, when she was a younger, just chasing about the house for the sheer hell of it--especially when two-legged visitors came to the house.
She was a good friend too. Here are a few shots from the family album.
Good by, Old Sporting Lady, may God Bless.
