Remembering Candace

It was time to let Candace go. She's been having increasing difficulty getting around and even getting up the two steps to get into the house. Although she could still get around pretty well outdoors, inside she would fall and be unable to get her legs under her to get up. She was a tough old girl with amazing survival skills, but it was time. Clay went with me for the trip to the vet this afternoon and I was grateful for that. 

Candace wasn't the most personable dog we've ever had. She was very independent, cat-like in a way. She got along with all the other dogs, even those that didn't generally get along with other dogs. Everyone was ok with Candace, she did her own thing and everyone left her to it. She wasn't one to come up to you for petting or attention, but she did like to be in on whatever was going on. She liked to go outdoors and liked to explore the pasture. She would follow me and the other dogs out there and then do her own thing, but sometimes she would follow me around. She had a very stiff-legged gait, due to an old injury apparently, but she still managed to run when she wanted to. 

She wasn't a smiley, animated dog, so she was difficult to read, but I hope we gave her some good times in her final years.