Polly was a middle-aged female with some issues around love and trust when she came to me — a description which fit me pretty well, too. She was so sweet and silly (and sometimes sad) — wonderful with kids and cats, other dogs — everyone. We had far too little time together, yet still enough to make lots of happy memories. She was very much loved, and will be remembered and missed. –I like this photo of Polly because she’s happy, having been digging for critters in the dunes at Ft. Funston (and uprooting the native plants — don’t tell the native planters!).