Okay, it's been a while since I last posted one here. It's been a rough few weeks. Our dog Betsy passed away from cancer. We have been devastated by this. She was 13 years old and we've had her since she was a puppy. The story of how we got her is a cute one. One night, shortly after moving into the house we're living in now, my husband was working in the garage. He had the door open. It was a cold winter night. Next thing you know this little black puppy came waddling into the garage. The next day we went around door to door trying to find the owner. Instead of taking the puppy to the pound, we decided to keep her. We named her Betsy. We have so many fond memories of Betsy. She especially loved going to the river to play. We have her son, Max, who came from her second litter of puppies. They snuggled up together every night since the day he was born, about 8 years ago. He is doing okay, and is happy as ever. However, he seems to be looking for her from time to time, checking the back door to see if she comes in. This is a sad time for us and also a happy one, because we are so lucky to have known her and had her for the short time she was on this earth.
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