Gut wrenching. That about sums it up. 12 years of:

  • picking up the garbage scattered on the floor throughout the apartment because I forgot to close the bathroom door before I left
  • backpacking trips without a single whine about how much further we were going that day
  • giving her a bath because she rolled in something nasty when she was out running in the neighoring farm fields
  • running along side of me, forgetting that anything else even exists
  • replacing shower curtains because a thunderstorm came through while I was away and her safe place is the bathtub and her nervous activity is to shred the shower curtain
  • giving me her paw or rolling over or sitting in return for a treat
  • vacuuming up ungodly amounts of dog hair and swearing I would never have another short haired dog again
  • returning home to find the container of chocolate chip cookies or brownies I left on the counter laying on the floor empty
  • horrendous doggy breath
  • thinking that car rides were the absolute, most exciting thing life had to offer
  • unconditional love, company, friendship, and kisses

I wouldn’t trade a single day of it.

Ackey in her younger years

Ackey in her younger years

Ackey at her best - backpacking the trails

Ackey at her best - backpacking the trails

Ackey gnawing on the mother of all bones.  Lasted a day or two...maybe.

Ackey gnawing on the mother of all bones. Lasted a day or two...maybe.

Ackey on her last backpacking trip...after a 15 mile day...too tired to lift her head to eat

Ackey on her last backpacking trip...after a 15 mile day...too tired to lift her head to eat

Ackey insisting on sleeping in Charlie's bed...no matter how uncomfortable

Ackey insisting on sleeping in Charlie's bed...no matter how uncomfortable

Ackey tolerating some snuggling with Uncle Dave

Ackey tolerating some snuggling with Uncle Dave

Letting it all hang out

Letting it all hang out

I’ll miss my Ackey-girl.