This year in May, our sweet dog Laynie passed away. She was 12 years old, we got her while I was pregnant with Clayton in NC, she was an exceptional calm, loving dog. When she was a puppy, still in NC, I would come home from work to find yarn through out the yard, through the doggie door and all over the house and usually sitting in front of the TV was a chewed stick from outside, I could never get too angry with her, she'd just look at me as if to say, "Did you see the beautiful things I did with your yarn mom? and do you want a bite of this yummy stick...?"
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buried her in the country on my brother in law's land, we had a prayer
and the boys all cried and helped cover her. We had made an appointment
to put her down the same day she passed away, but she died at home
surrounded by her family, because that was what she was to us, family |
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