I've had the shit kicked out of me over the weekend and thought a time or two about posting about it, whether I should or not. But, I will anyways. We lost one of our dogs over the weekend. Her name was Rita ( I named her after Rita Hayworth because I was reading a biography about her at the time we got Rita as a puppy) and she was a lab/husky mix and she was 15 years old. Yes, she had a good long life (sometimes, it was hard for her), but that is never really a comfort. I won't go into details, but she suffered on her last day. That day will be burned into my mind for a long time.
Anyways, Rita was great. As any pet owner would attest to, she had a unique personality. Years ago, when we had our cat, those two were a trip. They were like Tom and Jerry, constantly messing with one another, but at the end of the day they were usually found laying next to each other.
She would love to lay in the leaves in the fall, so when I was raking I always piled them up by the gate under the lilac bush and that's where she would always plop down. The picture on top is from last fall before there was a huge pile of leaves and since this is an art related blog, I did a sketch of her from an older photo.
She was cool and she took care of us for 15 years.
I'm a wuss about these things.
