Photo of κυνάριον: Last days.
She never caught any of those pesky squirrels, but she did take on a deer. She once "treed" a possum, and would not come inside until she had led me into the woods that night (flashlight in hand) to point to her accomplishment and receive a "good dog."
Thankfully, she never caught the skunk.
We thank God for the times together, and that she died peacefully on her bed, in her house, with her family.
From Funeral Service for a Dog, by Scooper:
"Our German forefathers had a very kind religion. They believed that, after death, they would meet again all the good dogs that had been their companions in life. I wish I could believe that, too." — Otto von Bismarck (1815-1889)
"Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. And the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality - then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, ‘Death is swallowed up in victory.’ O death, where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." — 1 Corinthians 15:51-57
We give thanks for all the blessings of this life.