She was “my little girl” for 15 glorious years. She had such a personality, and would “talk” to everyone she knew…such a sweet girl. She struggled to walk and even stand in her final days, and became frustrated and unhappy, as she couldn’t understand what had happened to her once untiring body, and old age finally caught up with her. Putting her down was the hardest thing I had ever done, because she was still as sharp as a tack, but she told me it was time and that it would be okay to let her go. I miss her so much it hurts. But I will get another dog when I’m ready, and look forward to new adventures, even though NOTHING will ever replace Flurfy. Her name comes from “a furious flurry of fluffy flakes”, born in Big Sky, MT on Columbus Day, October 13th, 2008.