Bridger, 2001-2013

 Bridger watching the sunrise

We had to bury our 12 year old German Shepherd Monday night. It was tough, although of course we knew he couldn't live forever. But we have had 12 great years with that sweet and loyal dog. (And as those who have Shepherds know, they're not really dogs. They're people in dog's clothing. Really nice, big people - with big teeth.)

How generous of our Creator to give us these lovely creatures to walk the earth with us, to help us, to be companions and protectors!

I'll miss that sweet dog. Already there are so many times that I expect to hear him bark - and he doesn't. I expect him to get up to meet me and he's not here. UPS left a huge box just outside the back door yesterday, which I wasn't aware of until I took Misty out for a walk. When Bridger was still alive, we always knew when UPS was here, when any vehicle drove up the driveway, when a noisy truck was driving past, or when tractors were in the field.

Consider yourselves lucky. I had a much bigger collage before I trimmed several photos from it.

Clockwise, beginning at upper left:

Playing football. Bridger loved to play football with the boys, but he mostly grabbed the ball and ran to keep it away from them.

Keeping track of the squirrels, bunnies, and birds

Sweet, innocent-looking [Alpha] pup. It was love at first sight.

My major shedder getting brushed (this was after one side only)

Relaxing on the deck with Misty

'Help! Get the stickseed off me!'

The reason he got the chicken can only once

I wonder if Misty will enjoy having 3 dog beds to herself.

Thanks for indulging me, my friends. ♥