She loved climbing on rocks at the beach…
…and wading in mud at the lake.
She loved mousing in the meadow…
She required tucking in at night. And at nap-time.
If the blanket came undone, she’d find someone to retuck it for her. At any hour.
She loved chasing sticks – enough to overcame her initial fear of the ocean…
…and develop a unique splay-legged style of floating in lieu of the dog paddle.
She was a master of non-verbal communication.
[photo by Rachael Ashe]
Ceilidh, may you always be tucked in at night and may the fields you run in be well stocked with mice.
7 thoughts on “Ceilidh”
I’m so sorry, Kirsti. Her personality really came through your beautiful tribute — I wish I could have met her.
thanks for your thoughts James, Jamie and Maja.
So sorry to hear about this, Kirsti. I always remember her wonderful personality from that trip to Bowen — and the mousing in the fields that shocked more than one person 🙂 Maja and I send our condolences to you and your family.
So sorry, Kirsti. If anyone deserves to live forever, it’s our canine pals.
Oh no. When did this happen? I’m so sorry.
Thanks Rachael. I happened yesterday. Yesterday sucked. So does today. Old age shouldn’t happen to dogs. Neither should cancer. 😦
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