Today I said goodbye to my 14.5 year old High Stepping Gertrude, my Gertie girl. This last week it became clear to me she was readying to go. She would try to eat, but not manage more than a tablespoon worth, no matter how enticing the offering. She was satisfied to curl up in her crate as much as possible. She bravely faced the cold to go out to handle her chores, but was glad to come in as soon as possible and curl up again in her safe place.

Love you, Gertie.