Callie was a part of our family for nearly 11 years. She was a hound shepherd mix and as stubborn as they come. There were times she’d simply exasperate me. She knew not to chase, but she loved it too much. She knew I’d punish her and put her on the cable run, but she did it anyway. Still I loved her and I know she loved all of us.
We found her dead in the yard two days after her eleventh birthday. She had no injuries we could detect, and she hadn’t been sick, though she didn’t eat anything that morning. In fact, she was in incredible shape for her age, lean and muscular; she still had blazing speed and the energy of a puppy. I thought about autopsying her, but since I couldn’t bring her back, what did it really matter what the cause of death was. I couldn’t do that to her.
We picked her up at an animal shelter in Calais, Maine in July of 2001. We have a cabin on Big Lake in Princeton about 25 miles away. Since we got her in Calais it was only natural to name her Callie. Callie loved the lake. There was always so much to do and so many things to chase. Our cats never liked that game and simply laid down and didn’t play along. They tolerated but tired of her and she with them. Callie was at home in the water. She also loved the boat. I’ll always remember her in her favorite spot, right up on the bow regardless of how fast we were going. I loved that dog!
This isn’t my typical post, but I just had to vent. Here are a few pictures of her.