Robin

Robin was "born on the 4th of July" 1983 and came into my life 6 weeks later. She was my first baby and we learned together. To this day, I don't know if she considered herself human or me canine, but to her, we were the same species!

Robin looked a lot like the flat-coats we saw on Westminster and that's how I think of her. She was quiet and shy, SO-O-O glad to see me at the end of the day.

Robin was an 8-year cancer survivor.

Right after Thanksgiving, she had a series of strokes which weakened her already aging (15+years) heart, and by early December, she couldn't stand, could barely lift her head. With heavy heart, I found the strength to pick up my 70 lb. little girl and carry her to the car one last time. I somehow made it to the vet through my tears, where my precious little girl made the trip to join her adopted brother Algy, her dog-mom Jennifer, and her adopted cousin Molly.

Forever will you burn brightly in my heart, Robin girl doggie, until we meet again.