Two weeks ago we lost one of our pups, Jupiter. She died in her sleep during the day, and we found her, peacefully gone, in her bed under the house when we got home from work that day. Needless to say, there is a hole in the fabric of our little rural family, but we are coping. She would have been 13 at the end of October. She is survived by her brother and litter-mate, Emmett.
Her death was not unexpected, but still a shock nonetheless. She had been experiencing periods of lethargy and just not being herself sporadically for the last few months, so we were prepared for the fact that her time on this earth was nearing its end. Ironically, she had just been to the vet days before, and the vet noticed nothing out of the ordinary during the routine physical (she was feeling pretty good that day).
We buried her up on the hill, alongside 2 cats that went before her, in our pet cemetery.
Here is a tribute in pictures to our sweet, lovely, beautiful girl.
Taking a nap in the snow
looking up at Dave
Perhaps a squirrel up in a tree caught their attention?
Who doesn't like to hang out in a nice leaf pile? From the ring around her nose, looks like she had been digging recently.
I call this her "glamour shot."
Hanging out with me oh so briefly while I was taking pictures in the woods.
This is one of my absolute favorite pictures of Jupiter.
Family portrait, November 2008
Rest in peace sweet girl. We miss you.