My family’s dog Queenie passed away last night. She was a big part of our family for almost 15 years and we’re all devastated. We had a close call with her over easter weekend but thought she was doing better (which was confirmed by her vet visit last weekend) but my parents woke up this morning to find her not-sleeping outside their room. When I finally got their calls this morning around 6 they were burying her in the backyard, but I haven’t been able to really tell much people internet-wise because my sister Katie (who Queenie really belonged to) had her first day of work today and we didn’t want to ruin it for her. She knows now so I feel I can write a little but about it.
She was an awesome dog. She knew all sorts of tricks, she could sit, shake paws, sit up, speak (bark), say please (a sort of sneeze or wuffley noise), she could jump on the back door and close it when she came inside. And I’d even taught her to do zombie-dog (play dead). And she was so sweet. She didn’t like very many guys (besides my dad there were only about 2-3 she wouldn’t bark at) but once she got over her shyness she loved on everyone. She was a beautiful dog and she will be missed terribly.