Our Millie girl was over by a car on the way to a grooming salon and died on the way to the hospital as I held her; she was only a year and four months.
You were a 33 lbs ball of love, energy and personality. We’d had you only for one year two months and five days but you brought us an immense amount of joy during this short time. Your life was short but full – you went on many hikes and family trips, swam in a lake and napped in a swing chair, went on long walks and did many runs, had doggie playdates and went to doggie daycare, enjoyed time on a farm in a training camp and had many yummy treats; had many friends and even your own instagram account.
You were funny, sweet, very energetic and full of love. You were the faster dog I know – running around ahead of her friends with your ears flapping behind her; you jumped up as if she had springs in her paws; she leaped to and from patio tables; you wanted to say ‘hello’ to every dog and human you saw; you loved carrying sticks (the bigger the better) and run after balls; you loved to play with neighborhood kids in our backyard and climb up the slide; you loved to head-plow in the snow and run through sprinklers.
Your sisters adored you and even Daddy, who is not a dog person, fell in love with you and we miss you every single day. But I like to think that you are running around in Doggie Heaven, ears flapping behind your head, jumping on patio tables and chewing toilet paper, attacking sprinkles, eating treats and making lots and lots of friends.