My Prynnie was everywhere I was. She was the ultimate velcro dog. She would check in with me, see what I was doing, sniff around to see if it was anything she should be helping with. She was just always there.
The nights are hard, but the mornings are harder. She would always come to greet me when it was time for my morning coffee. A pet on the head or a belly rub was all she wanted. Afterwards, she would go lay in her spot in the living room in front of the large glass wall where she would let the suns rays warm her. She so loved the sun. Put her outside on the hottest, sunniest days and she would lay and be so happy.
I’m worried about Max though. Poor baby is so lost without his sister. He stays in bed most of the day. We’ve been getting him up to go for walks. Yesterday he got to play with his old buddies, a few dalmatians that we know. 
I can still hear the gingle of her collar. We had a heart shaped tag on it that had her name and phone number. I have it with my jewelry now. She no longer has a need for it. Where she is she is free from fences and leashes.
