My Abi Is Gone

This morning was a regular morning as I was leaving to go to work. I let Frisco (11-year-old Dalmatian) and Abi (8-year-old Great Dane) out, fed them, and told them to have a good day. They were as frisky as ever. I left for work. When I got home this afternoon, a neighbor came across the street and we chatted for a bit. I ate lunch, watched a movie to try and stay awake, called my mom, fixed dinner and ate (again), and sat down to watch a TV show. When I went to call the dogs in for the night, only Frisco came to the door. Very strange since he is usually the one I have to call several times. I started to panic and called for Abi. I didn't get a response and went looking for her. I found her in the flower bed. She had passed.

She was a great dog. Very sweet. And, always loving. She was a leaner...had to have your feet firmly planted on the ground if she was around. She was an attention hog. She was Frisco's baby...he let her get away with anything and always was a gentleman around her. He seems pretty sad tonight. We (Frisco, the cats, and me) will all miss her a great deal. Tonight is a very sad night for me.