We moved into our house in June of 2000. We celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary the next month. We were expecting our first child (born November 2000). We were not looking for a dog to add to all our 1sts, but on August 25, 2000, we stopped at Walmart and someone had these adorable puppies in the back of their pick up truck, giving them away.
|I gave her a pair of Thomas's underwear, so she would know her master's scent.|
They said she was 3/4 lab and 1/4 chow. Thomas watched them and this one was smart! She went in a corner to pee, away from everyone, and away from where she was posing her cuteness. I looked inside her mouth. My Dad always said that good dogs, smart dogs, have black on the roof of their mouths. Oh, we fell in love. Our sweet Libby came home with us.
|This is me with Libby, in our garage, on a scrap from our new bedroom carpet.|
|Libby sat on my lap, and snuggled my growing stomach when she was so little and new.|
|This is Ellie at age 1 year old with our Libby.|
|This is Libby with Thomas and Ellie in June of 2002, we were expecting Wyatt at this time.|
|This is a little out of order, we rescued these kittens in August of 2001.|
|This is a picture we took for Wyatt to send to his pen pals. I couldn't find any old pictures with Wyatt and Libby, but this is a nice one.|
After we got the pony, we would check on Libby on our way back from putting the pony in her stall for the night. If she needed food, or water, we would get her some. Whether she needed food or water, we would pet her and tell her what a good dog she was, how we loved her, and get her a treat.
|Butter (the cat) is curled up on Libby's back. I have pictures somewhere of Butter kneading Libby's back. Libby also learned to clean her face with her paws like a cat.|
|Our poor old girl in the snow that didn't want to quit this winter.|
|Thomas made Libby come inside when the weather was really bad. Butter curled up with his longtime friend.|
|Two old friends. The last week together.|
That Monday, Thomas came home early from work to do some work at the house. As he drove up our gravel road, he saw Libby lift up her head from the ditch across from our driveway. One of our neighbors came up to help Thomas with his project. When the neighbor left, Thomas went over to check on Libby, she was still there. Well, her body was there. Whatever spirit a dog has, was gone.
Thomas came in the house to tell us. He said, that we all had to hurry, there was something he needed to show us. I was expecting to see a snake, or some other animal. The Wyatt and I were not expecting to see our dog dead. Ellie had a feeling that Libby was dead.
Wyatt helped Thomas and I dig her grave. The ground was so wet and muddy, the going was slow and difficult, but the ground was not frozen, like I prayed. We got her body buried. The same helpful neighbor's dog died a week later. He made a really neat sign with his dog's name on it. Thomas asked him to make us one, too, and he did.
Libby was such a good dog. We are thankful for the time God gave us with her.