It seems as if we have lost our dear Bridget. She wandered off two weeks ago and despite extensive efforts and a large reward, there is no sign she was ever seen again. We have driven around the neighborhood countless times and put up signs, walked every part of the wooded areas and no clue. We don't think anyone would have taken her in because she's pretty sorry looking – she's 19 nineteen years old – and deep into dog dementia. Even if she'd been able to hold out somehow her kidneys have failed and she needs "doggy dialysis" three times a week. No matter what happened, the dementia is a blessing as she would not have known what was happening.
We're all very sad about this, and I think more so than many goodbyes to dogs. By the time I had left college, I had known a number of dogs. Bridget is the only one Johanna and Sean have ever known. And for Janet and I, she's the only dog we've had as adults. No one will ever convince any one of us that there was ever a better dog, anywhere, any time.
We're going to put together a book of memories of Bridget. Janet is already plotting a new dog.
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