Seven years.
That's about how long her first owners had her. When her name was Renee Louise. When she was negleted and abused. When she lived in filth and was covered with fleas and ticks.
Seven years.
That's how long she was a part of our family. She let every other dog know that she stood between them and us. Guided disciplined, and sometimes dominated her smaller brother Cody. Helped to raise the kitten, Stella. She was always there to please, protect, and watch over us. Asking little and giving all.
In the end, when cancer took her appetite and her strength, when we fed her salmon and hamburger by hand, she learned that we would watch over her, too.
Seven years.
It was not enough.
