She was with us for sixteen of her eighteen years. When we got her from the shelter they told us that she had a little problem with running away. She would scale the six-foot chainlink fence every night and take off.
In the morning she’d be waiting by the front door.
When we took her home we left her in the house while we went to get her some dog food. When we came back she was gone and the screen was off the window over the sink.
A pattern that would continue for her whole life.
That dog would not be domesticated. She lived life on her own terms.
We are lucky to have had her.
Go easy, friend. We will miss you.