She did not like other dogs at all. She
would growl and carry on when we passed them on walks, but she and our Old
English Sheepdog (who died three months before Belly) were best buddies.
She could howl like a wolf and would do
it if she heard other dogs or wolves howling or if a specific ringtone on my
phone went off. Or if I sang to her in a
particular way.
We were never sure how old she was when
we got her - probably around three. Unfortunately, she developed some
autoimmune issues which she dealt with like a champ until 2014 when she started
showing signs of a progressive neurodegenerative disease. Because of it she was
rapidly losing the ability to walk.
We made the hard decision to put her down in July of 2015, after having had her for only five years. I cried for days. She never lost her sweet spirit, even when her back legs were falling out from under her.
I was on a beach in Nova Scotia a few days after she died and asked for a sign that things would be okay. That she was where she needed to be. When I looked down I found a rock in front of me. One side looked like a paw print and the other a profile of a dog. I smiled, grateful for this confirmation. I will miss her forever.
Contributed by Mom, Kay Holly