Whinnie, my black pug, died Thursday morning at 3am as I held her. She was the best $1000 I ever spent. Just a perfect dog.
She was stoic, almost never complained. She loved to play but would bark if she couldn’t find you. She knew what she wanted and could be very demanding. She was 16 years old. She loved carrots, and wet food. She had thick fur and loved the cold.
And I miss her.