I am writing this blog today with much sorrow.
A long time ago – we had to put down Samatha – our dog for almost 14 years.
Yesterday – our neighbors and dear friends – Diane and Steve Zimmerman –
Lost their beloved “BETSY” – a small black lab.
The day before when we found out she had gotten ill – we went to see her.
She always would walk up to us and wag her whole back end and tail – gently leaning against our legs-
And remain there for minutes at a time.
Going from Sherry to me over and over again.
This time she was on her bed on the floor – not moving much but she did move her head so I could scratch under her snout –
Her eyes never left mine – she knew we were there –
but she was so ill she could not greet us.
When we would DOGGY SIT – she would meet us at the door with her funny little guttering sounds –
not a whine and not a bark – but a low sound emitting from deep within her throat.

Steve and Diane – close friends and neighbors –
we have in common all of being from the same WNY area –
they still maintain a summer cottage on Rushford Lake –
and visit many of the same spots we did in Olean when we lived there.

I do not know where dogs go when they pass on – I would like to believe they go to heaven.
My faith – my want to believe it to be possible – makes me feel that we shall see them again.

Betsy was a favorite of all our kids and grandkids –
they would go up the street to see her if she was outside.
She would lay in the yard for hours – you could trust her – in the hot sun and then the shade.
She rarely barked – yet when you approached her she would stand and start wiggleing.
She would not run into the street and stay in the yard until you reached her.

She was black, not white – but this is how she lay in the yard.
Betsy was a gentle soul – all the neighbors knew her and would stop and talk to her.
We are going to miss her – it will be strange not seeing her in that yard as we walk by.
And even stranger when we walk with BETSY and DIANE –
Or see her in the truck with Steve –
She always had a ribbon attached to her collar.
She was the most gentle of dogs and our three younger grandkids always wanted to walk up and see her.
Today is a sad day as Betsy left yesterday – I will always remember my last visit with her
and those eyes looking into mine.

“SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT – BETSY WENT HOME:
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