Andy came into my life in July of 2015. He was my first dog, and I was terrified about having a living creature completely dependent on me. I remember that first night, both of us looking at each other like “now what??”
He didn’t do all the stereotypical things I assumed all dogs did. He had arthritis so couldn’t sit, he was hard of hearing so couldn’t recall or do tricks, and had cataracts so didn’t catch the ball.
But he enjoyed leisurely walks, and pats on the head. He was gentle, patient and aloof, and tolerated me in so many ways. He brightened up the workplace, as he wandered around the office looking for treats and head rubs.
Andy crossed the rainbow bridge this past June, peacefully at home. The three years he was with us were filled with lots of life and love. He is sorely missed.
10/10/18
