Our beloved Rosalie just passed on Nov. 17th. She was only 11 & ½ and we’d hoped she’d be with us for another couple of years, but it was not to be. In the too-short three plus years she was in our family, she befriended everyone she met, charmed and endeared herself everywhere we went. She humored the cat and was calm and polite with other dogs except when her younger (and twice as large) cousin threatened her and she had to tell him to back off. He did. She took us on hikes uphill and down and through thick brush and woods. She paced herself to our slow jogging and luxuriated in sunshine. It was a delight to watch her roll around on her back on the rug in the sunshine and on a few occasions toss one of her stuffed toys across the room. She did her yoga stretches every day and hardly ever took the stairs, instead leaping elegantly on and off the porch, no matter the weather.

Rosalie loved raw poultry and bones, fish, and eggs and ate her greens and supplements because they were good for her. She loved her treats of grain-free organic kibble and dehydrated organic liver. She arrived with a lump under her chin which disappeared after a year on her new diet, but we weren’t able to ever get her teeth as clean as we and her doc wanted. Although she generally had clear preferences which we tried to accommodate whenever possible, sometimes we had to ask her to accommodate us, and she did so graciously, except for one exception. She was just too anxious to be left alone.