We lost our beloved Mister last night. He was at home, where he loved to be, with the people he loved best. He went quietly, as he was old and tired of the struggle to breathe and walk. We’d felt him slipping away from us these past few weeks, and were there with him when he decided that it was time to go gently into that good night.
When Mister was in his prime, he was bright, funny and full of Sheltie quirks — barking and spinning when we left the house, and pacing and whining when the family was scattered throughout the house. He wasn’t content until the herd was together and safe. Before we had our daughters, we called my husband Alpha Dog, and me Beta Dog, because we were a tidy pack of 2 humans and 2 dogs (our sweet girl Ivory, a white lab/shepherd mix, died 3 years ago). Once when Alpha was floating on a raft in a lake, Mister paced and whined incessantly on the shore, then (when he just couldn’t stand it anymore) jumped in to “rescue” him. While chagrined to be soaked to the skin (with their splendid thick coats, Sheltie’s are NOT water dogs!) Mister was proud that he’d so heroically “saved” the stray pack member.
Oh Mister…. Even though we understand it was your time to go, we deeply mourn your loss. You were there for our family through the laughter and the tears, and traveled across the country twice to be with us. You were a true friend and companion, and we will miss you.
Good boy, Mister....
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