While I was on retreat, our little pup Cheyla passed. I called her a 'substandard poodle' as she was the runt of the litter. She had a host of health issues and if it wasn't for a monthly injection to keep her immune system going from Addison's disease, she'd be long gone. Six years of prednisone led to congestive heart failure and after a satisfying hike last week, she gave up. This is one of my favorite shots from last spring when I thought she was leaving us.
I conspired to give her many 'best days ever' and truly she had many of them. She graced us with an unfailing sweet, cheerful presence.
