Today we helped dear old Trey over the bridge. I can't tell you all how much it hurts. We knew it was coming but it still came rather quickly and unexpectedly. He was a sweetheart albeit a bit strange and loony at times. He was a simple creature, a scratch on the back and a piece of human food would make him happy. He loved to love life. I'd take him outside and he'd just sun and sniff the air. In his younger years, he was probably the most gorgeous dog I've ever seen. He was always getting compliments about how beautiful he was. In his older years we became very attached to each other. He followed me around 24/7 and wouldn't go out to the bathroom unless I came with him. He was such a good boy and will be very missed. May he meet up at the bridge with my past shelties. I know my old Nik especially has a word or two for him. (Or more) Those two were inseparable. Here's some of my favorite pics from over the years: And my favorite pic of him ever: For the first time since I was 9, I don't have a sheltie in the house. It feels so empty. Run free, Old Man.