It doesn't seem possible that she's been gone for four and a half years! But she has. She was the first of two Newfs to die from lymphoma. Unlike Jesse, however, it took her very fast, despite trying to buy more time with drugs.

What a girl she was. Imperial Majesty Bitch of the Known Universe. Yes, it was her world (she thought) and she pranced through it like a queen. She wasn't particularly pretty (except to me) and she could be standoffish (except with me), but she was a joy to work and train.

Glory days - walking into advanced obedience with Deeka Marie, knowing what the judges were thinking ("here comes a sluggy Newf") and proving them wrong. What fun we had. Would that it could have continued. Ah, dog of my heart - my feisty little girl.

But I know she's finished her UDX somewhere over the Rainbow Bridge, and I figure she's bossing all the other dogs around and swishing that tail at the world. And I do hope she's finally learned to swim!