R.I.P. Candy

Friend, protector, goof-ball, pain in the ass, and constant companion.


Today we went to the vet, and I came home alone.
Almost 14 years old, and a fighter to the end.
Over the years, she had very few doggie friends, but two come to mind right away.

There was Maggie, a tubby beagle.
Here they are, walking the pounds off of Maggie, at my old house.

And then there was Fiona, the next door neighbor's dog.
Fiona would slip under the fence, and wait for Candy to come out to play.

The two of them would chase each other around the yard, as fast as could be...


After all of that activity, they would get pooped. Then they would hang out until they got their second wind, and then they'd take it from the top.

That was many years ago.
As I write this, the sun is shining, and the air has a coolness to it, truly a beautiful day.
I'd like to think that the two of them will meet again, and get that second wind, and start the game again .