December 4, 2018
My husband and I adopted Annie in June of 2007 when she was about a year old. We had few details about her backstory other than she was dumped at a shelter in the middle of the night in rural Tennessee. When we adopted her we had no idea what we were truly getting into or how she would challenge us in every way.
With us, Annie was friendly, loving and playful. She made us laugh everyday with her ridiculous antics and strange ways. She could hold this position pictured above for hours–falling asleep with her butt in the air, ball in her mouth. She was obsessed with toys and would play ball until she puked. She adored her dog brothers Murray and Ollie and kept them clean and out of trouble.
That said, life with Annie was difficult at times. Her past left some lasting fear and insecurity that she never fully got over. She suffered from separation anxiety, picked fights with just about every new dog she met no matter their size and was never welcoming of visitors to our home. Only after a thorough investigation would she allow new humans and dogs into her life. But once you were in, you were in.
Annie was diagnosed with a brain tumor this fall and we made the difficult decision to let her go. There's really nothing else to say other than she was the best dog, just like Murray (who we lost in July) was the best dog and your dog is the best dog.
Life is always better with a dog by your side and I'm so grateful Annie picked us to be her humans. She is the reason I began this wonderful journey into dog photography and she will continue to influence my work as I move forward.
Run free my sweet, sassy girl – give Murray a squeeze from us. 💙