Put on your Chirstmas lights - help guide Mira across the rainbow bridge. We finally listened to her. With broken hearts, we helped her cross the bridge to join so many old friends and some she never met that had been part of our lives before she joined us. But ... she joined us so many years ago. She came to us as a fuzzy little fur ball from the Humane Society. She picked us and we are so very glad she did. She was the most intelligent and social dog one could hope to meet. We took her to the Renaissance in Minnesota and she wowed them. She had such class; the other dogs were all dogs but Mira was Mira. Little kids would come up and say, "Can I pet her?" Almost before we could say yes, she would wag her tail and smile at them and they would just pet and pet and pet. When my mom was in her last few years, she would call to me and say, "Your dog is teasing me!" I would come into the living room find Mira placing one of her toys in Mom's lap and, when Mom went to grab it ... Mira would and pull it away and smile ... One cold winter day she explored the fish pond too closely and ended up in a snowbank that became the pond. There she was, curved tail up, head in the pond struggling, until my husband pulled her out - by her long beautiful curved tail. She was lab and Elkhound mix and got the best of both breeds. Just look at that picture. Who could say she not "best in show". It was our show and she was always best. She used to dance under the feet of our horses - maybe she and Tanq have renewed an old acquaintanship. She used to patrol the neighborhood. All the property in this area was her's to guard and take care of. And she did -- she walked the neighborhood -- she watched over Orville and Marilyn Lewis's property and Ken and Jo's and the Adams which by the way was where her boyfriend, Cruiser, lived. She was frightened by fireworks and one fourth of July ran away when our neighbors, Todd and Kim, set some off. She was gone for about 12 hours - but guess who found her and brought her home? Todd and Kim. She had strayed five miles away - at 14 years old and full of arthritis. When they brought her back, she looked like "What? What? What's the big deal?" My husband has just remembers how she used to "box" with him. She would sit up beside him on the couch just waiting for the invitation. Then - the fight was on. She was the best "helper girl". No matter what you were doing, she would ask in. "Can I help?" So after 18 1/2 years, today we hleped her and said good-bye. We have empty Mira pillows all over the house and empty hearts as well. Christmas will be different for us but turn on your Christmas lights to guide her to her new home. It's hard to share more when there is so much more to share. She was one of the best things that God ever gave us and we thank him for the gift. Merry Christmas.
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