This isn’t really a project post. One of my parents’ dogs crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday. Raven was 12, and she didn’t suffer, just had some respiratory distress in the early morning and passed away while Kristopf scratched her ears.
I’m not sure how Raven’s sister, Lacey, is going to handle this, but the rest of the family is still trying to process what happened because it was so sudden.
I just thought I would share with you some of the photos I’ve taken of my fat lovely stupid-yet-devious dog over the years (some have been scanned in from film copies so the quality isn’t great).
Despite the fact that Lacey and Raven are litter mates, we didn’t get Raven until about a month after we got Lacey and so we missed her ultra tiny phase. It’s hard to believe that the Biggie in this Biggie Smalls pair used to be this skinny.
Passing out cold after a long day of frisbee chasing.
Passing out cold was one of Raven’s strong suits.
So does my brother. He’s also good at passing out cold.
But she could sing very well, and this is her with Doodle, her favourite singing companion.
Very good with small children, though small babies totally freaked her out.
When I started working at Bark & Fitz, she hastened to take advantage of the free eats at the store.
And at social meetings. From strangers. This photo was taken by Liz Bradley over at OttawaDogBlog.ca, back before OttawaDogBlog was a thing.
And birthday parties.
And while wearing a sailor suit.
If it involved food she was there. If it MIGHT have involved food she was also there.
If treats were not forthcoming she was quick to reproach.Or to fall asleep again.
She and Lacey came as an ever so slightly mismatched pair.
Of scruffy ruffians. Rejects from the breeder.
But a pretty ruffian.
I miss my fat dog.