Natasha the Shetland puppy has come through her operation just fine. That's our impression so far, anyway. She's licking her stitches a little bit, but not too much. I have to say, I really missed her yesterday. The house was too quiet. Except for the vacuum cleaners — we took advantage of the time to do some house-cleaning.
Callie the border collie (2007-2017) at age 9½.
Since I didn't take any photos of Natasha yesterday, and I've published quite a few pictures of her recently, I'm going to give some equal time to the other two dogs that have been a part of our life together over the past 25 years.
Collette the rescue dog (1992-2006) at age 11, when we first arrived in Saint-Aignan.
Thinking about Natasha at the vet's undergoing surgery made me remember all that we went through with Collette and Callie, especially at the end of their lives, and how much I miss them. Callie had to have surgery twice in the first few months we had her here, 10 years ago. She left this world very suddenly a couple of months ago at age 10. She fell ill on a Saturday and departed 2 days later. Collette lived to the ripe old age of 14, and her decline started a couple of years before she passed away. She fell seriously ill on a Sunday and died 2 days later. Both of these dogs made us happier and healthier people, as will Natasha.