Remembering Tinsel

Whilst in Sorrento we found out that the dog that I grew up with, Tinsel, died in her sleep at the farm where my parents put her while on vacation. She was 12 and led a pretty fantastic life. She was loved by everyone who met her, even those who did not really care for dogs. She was gentle, friendly and extremely intuitive, she always knew how to act around people: calm and caring with the sick and children, upbeat and energetic with everyone who could handle it. She was adorable, but that was really only the smallest bit of her charm, she truly was unique. 

I'll always remember how my mother and I took her to puppy kindergarten to learn obedience and she would never behave for us at home but when we took her to class she was always the best student, a trick she would often play; acting better for others and misbehaving for us... it was endearing. She had a special bond with everyone who met her and I think she made everyone feel special by paying each visitor special attention. It must have been exhausting for her to love everyone so much and in the end I think it may have caught up with her. 

I'm sure all dog owners say such amazing things about their pets and I'm sure the grief my family is feeling is no greater than that of those who have lost their pets, but I just felt it necessary to mention on this space what an important part of my life and family she was. She will truly be missed and going home without seeing her again will be hard. 

Here is my favourite picture of her... enjoying the sunshine! She used to follow the sunshine on the steps moving up with it as the day moved on... it was a hard life.