I still miss her
We were together for 13 years. She was always there when I got home
from work and she was always genuinely glad to see me. It was true
unconditional love. No, I'm not talking about my ex. I'm talking about my dog.
I rescued her from some people who were keeping her in a small
apartment and didn't know what to do with her when she outgrew it. She was a mutt (mostly Gordon Setter). Personally I prefer mutts I tend to think all the selective breeding that goes into purebreds is aimed at looks not personality. A kinder, gentler dog you could not find. She tolerated the abuses of three small children over the span of her 13 years. She also tolerated several cats and my ex's small yappy dog.
When I got home from work she was always there to greet me. She would do a little happy dance tapping her front paws on the floor. I would rub her head and talk to her and she would respond with a series of growls, rumbles, and whines. People who watched us thought I could understand her. Especially my-sometimes-guilty-conscienced ex, who would say things like: "that ***** is telling you I yelled at her" or "that I left her out in the rain" or what ever other transgression she had committed that day. I of course would say: "yes that's exactly what she was just saying". After supper I would take her for a walk. She loved the woods and she loved the water (couldn't take her near the beach in winter or she was in the water no matter how cold).
I eventually had to have her put to sleep. She had a tumour about the size of a football in her stomach and it was inoperable. I had the vet come out to the house and give her the shot. She drifted off to sleep for the final time under the apple tree with me rubbing her head and talking to her.
I buried her in the back yard. Sometimes when I look out there I think I see her frolicking around. I haven't gotten another dog because you couldn't find another one comparable and because it's too hard seeing them go.