She wasn’t supposed to be ours.
We had just lost Emma and Sedi and were debating whether or not to get another dog.
When we called our friend in Spain to let him know Emma had died (he had given her to us) he told us that Misty had just had a litter.
The rest, as they say, is history.
We were only supposed to get the brown and white puppy.
The black and white puppy had been promised to someone else.
They couldn’t take her.
She spoke sharp words to mon mari and she became ours.
They were always together – sisters and best friends.
She loved being outside, visiting her family and going for walks in the mountains with them.
They were alike when they were young…. running and playing and napping together.
But Bonnie was the official ‘door dog’.
As she got older she slowed down.
While Guapa still ran and jumped and barked at everything, Bonnie became laid back and slow moving…. Except when she saw a rabbit. Guapa has never caught a rabbit; Bonnie has caught several.
We had a hot summer.
Bonnie didn’t like hot weather and suffered through the worst of it in front of her very own floor fan.
But it wasn’t enough. Two weeks ago she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. The vet and we did everything we could. She had good days when she was almost her old self and bad days when she stayed in her door and slept.
Monday, she finally said enough….. She knew and we knew. It was time.
I sat with her outside. She rolled over and while I was giving her one more belly rub, she died.
Her favorite thing in the world was to come up to me when I was sitting on the floor or ground, flop over on top of me, give me a big head cuddle then roll over for a belly rub.
It was my favorite thing, too. She was the best ‘cuddle puppy’.
She is sorely missed.
March 24, 2011 – September 16, 2019