What can we say about Wally? He arrived at age 9, recovering from heart worm and with a reputation as a very anxious dog. We were only going to be a brief stop as his foster mom was going on vacation. But he slipped seamlessly into our home and our hearts and we asked if he could stay. He was an incredibly dignified and loyal dog. Keith was his person and he would follow him around the house waiting patiently outside the bathroom or garage door. I was second best. He would gift me with his presence on the couch if Keith wasn’t home and I was watching tv. He had no great love for other dogs, particularly small ones. Except for Rubi. She was his kid sister constantly getting into trouble. We would come home to find the disaster and Wally giving us a look that said “Sorry, I tried to stop her, but you know how she is”. He had the most expressive eyes….
We are missing his calm presence, his nose nudges when he wanted a pet, his sigh of contentment as he sank into his bed. He taught us a lot about aging gracefully and gratefully. We will try and live up to his example.
Barbara and Keith
