When I first met her eight and a half years ago, she trotted each day across the street into my yard, where she greeted me, sniffed, and moved on. Soon, she lingered, joining me on the porch for a scratch, and later for a nap on my feet.She was too big and dignified to sit on my lap or lie across my body, but she was not beyond wiggling and talking when any friend walked through the gate. She made everyone feel like a member of the family, especially me.
I love Lady, I shall miss her lying across my foot, perking her ears at her name, and I shall miss her friendship.
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