And it was all Yellow

I grew up without pets. There was a hamster, but that did not end well. So…that was that.

Years later, my brother married a nice girl with a nice dog. She was blond and she was super friendly and she could catch a mean frisbee. Yellow was the greatest dog EVER.

Throughout the years I've been charged with taking care of her. She gained a lot of fans along the way. Every roommate, every visitor, every stranger instantly fell in love with the lab named not for the colour of her fur but for a butterfly in a children's book.

She was gentle and loved people more than her own kind. Who are we kidding...she was part people, right?

Nah, there was a 12-lb turkey incident proving she was all dog, but who could look at those sad brown eyes and wagging tail and stay mad?

Not me.

Alas, her time has come. I'm sad to say farewell to my dear friend. She kept me company on cold nights. She mooed with cows. She chased s-q-u-i-r-r-e-l-s. She understood. She stole my heart.   

Sweet dreams Yellow dog. xox