Farewell to Another Old Friend

Kat & my dog Bridget, our tried and true beagle-walker has died. She was her usual self when I fed her Monday evening. Tuesday morning she was laying right where she usually sleeps in the morning sun but she was dead. No illness, no suffering - she just seems to have gone to sleep and not awoken up. She was 12 years and 7 months old, she had lived with Kat & I since she was 5 months old. Mostly I remember our walks in the woods, still see her in my minds eye playing with Sophia. My friend Jane was here and helped me bury Bridget under the trees near the woods line in the back of my yard. She was a most excellent dog.