There are four less feet clicking on our floors today at my house. One less gentle loving friend to greet us at the door. It's heart breaking.
Jette was 13.5 years old and suffered from hip and knee problems. Her body just couldn't keep up anymore. We're going to miss her dearly. A more gentle, psychotic looking dog you've never met. She was the best alarm system that we could have had and a wonderful playmate. She was our first baby and is the first to go of our four footed children.
It's been difficult to explain to the Youngest. When he asks where Jette is, we just tell him that "She's at God's house." He asked us after that if the baby was hugging her and we said, "Yes, Baby Jesus is hugging her." It's only the truth.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, I'll see you on Monday.