Yesterday we had to say goodbye to our faithful 17 year old doggo, Stormy. I also nick-named her Slippers – because she was always under my feet! While she loved us, she hated pretty much everyone and everything else. Here’s a few pics from over the years of the defender of the family.
We saved Stormy from the pound and gave her the best life a dog could possibly have. Seconds after I finished burying her in the rain next to the path and gate that leads to the bush tracks she loved, as I raised a beer in her memory, this bright rainbow appeared briefly across the valley. A fitting farewell for our old friend.