Y’all don’t know Sergeant. She, a Rottweiler, belongs to our friend Kristin.
Kristin had to put her to sleep this afternoon.
I only knew her at the end of her life. To me she was a crochety old dog, but she was sweet. She still hobbled around on her arthritic legs, wanting me to play fetch with her. And when I picked up Ginger last month, she came in and greeted me, made sure I wasn’t an intruder, then went back outside.
Kristin loved you very much, and you gave her many years of joy. I’ll miss you, too.