I had to let my beautiful Princess go this week. Kaylee had 16 absolutely wonderful years - a charmed life, truly.

She never knew a time when I wasn't at the house with her, never had to watch me go off to the office job for the day (this made her a bit co-dependent, but that was okay). She wasn't an overly affectionate dog and was no fan of lap sitting; instead, if she was near me, she was content. She slept on my desk on a pillow while I wrote, or on the ottoman beside me; later, as she got older and arthritic, she slept under my desk. She loved slices of deli turkey more than anything in the world; her favorite pasttime in her older age was barking at rabbits in Colorado and deer in Montana.

She was the sweetest dog I've ever had, and I will miss her more than I can express.