 "Vesta"
Oct 21, 1989 to Oct 18, 2000
The Rainbow Bridge just got a little sweeter, and Hannibal is probably thrilled to see his Vesta again. I have so many wonderful memories - Vesta playing in the shower stall with the cat, Vesta at 5 months sound asleep in sound asleep Paul's lap, Vesta leaping into the air because the cat bit her butt while she was sleeping just to see her leap into the air, Vesta wooowooing at any other dogs, Vesta's face crusted from the pot of blueberry syrup that my mother in law gave her to lick before I realized what was happening, Vesta flying through the snow in Maine as a young dog with her ears flapping, Vesta being carried by Paul through the snow in Maine as a young dog because she had delightedly run herself into exhaustion, Vesta thrilled to have caught a squirrel, Vesta rolling in who knows what just because she loved it, Vesta sighing loudly to help us wake up to attack the day, Vesta covering her eyes with a paw just looking too cute for words, Vesta torn between chasing a duck in the creek or keeping her feet dry, Vesta as a teeny puppy unwilling to come in out of the snow, Vesta jumping up into the bed on weekend mornings for hugs and rubs, Vesta chasing Luther just for the thrill of it, Vesta playing gently with Sam and helping him to find her face again if he lost track. In short, a lifetime of wonderful memories.
This is a quote from a recent column by Craig Wilson.
"Who are these characters who come and go from our lives, leaving behind hair on the sofa and more than a few footnotes in our personal history? Who sends them to us, and who takes them away? Does it matter? They are gifts. We can only embrace, enjoy and let go when we must. Even if it always seems way too soon."
She will be missed. But she will always be a part of me.
~ Pat Long
 "Hannibal"
July 29, 1988 - May 22, 1993
Hannibal was the first dog I ever had in my life, and what a dog he was! He attacked life with gusto, he loved everyone, and everyone loved him. He enjoyed finding ways to make me laugh, and having him in my life was just pure joy. His death before the age of 5 from malignant histiocytosis was what has spurred me on to do everything I have for the breed. It is his legacy.
~ Pat Long
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