Today has been a sad day. Spunky, the cutest and clearly in the running as the #1 most loved dog in the world, died this morning. He was almost 17 years old, but you would never have known it as you can see by his picture, except for the last couple of months.
We inherited him eight years ago from Duane's mother after she died in a tragic automobile accident. She was a widow and very attached to Spunky. When Duane called from Kansas and said he wanted to bring Spunky home with him my question was, "Does he shed much?" to which he said, "No, I don't think so." Well, just take a look at that hair! :) But, as all animal lovers will tell you, it didn't matter.
We have always had big dogs - golden retrievers, black labs, etc. because we raised boys. We've had several cats, too, but they all weighed more than Spunky, who was only 3 lbs. Yet that didn't stop him from quickly setting himself up as the 'alpha dog' in the family and 'protector of Sharon.' You should have seen him ward off the 'giants' from our property. He was fearless...and his name suited him well. Can we learn anything from animals? You bettcha. Without a doubt, Spunky will be very dearly missed.
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