Once Tash, in a rather goofy mood, ran about in the rain like a possessed canine and proceeded to stick her snout into the mud. Thank goodness that my sister was able to take a picture of this.
Looking ever so well from approximately 1987
Tash and me, taken during my last holiday season with her in Asheville, 1997
I don't think I could look much worse, but this photo (from, I think, about 1994) showed how she loved taking up so much of the bed.
As a young puppy (1987/88), lying on my sister's bed in the house in New Jersey
At the top of the stairs at the house in rural Maine, 1994. I tend to think that this was one of the moments when I bothered her with my attention. Mea culpa, Doggus! (yes, well, you see, somehow my brother called her "Doggus Aurelius" once and the name stuck for me)
Taken by my friend Jen in February 1997. She had a little grey on her face, but she never really looked her age. I suppose I can relate.
Another photo from last December in Asheville.
The last group photo of the six of us (five human, one canine)...
No doubt...the camera loved her. (This picture was taken during the construction of the new house in Asheville. My parents and Tash had moved into the house on December 1)
Normally, I try to use words to express what I feel, but they just won't work in this instance. Rest in peace, my friend.