Rosie was my shadow and loyal pal, friend to all, and overseer of the farm. She lived the best possible dog life, to a ripe old age of 17 (119 in dog years?). A happy girl, ready to visit and play no matter how difficult for her increasingly arthritic bones, until the end.
May we all see life as excitedly as she did, each moment new, each being a potential friend, each hardship and ailment a mere aside to the things she wanted to do each day.
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