The Sweet dear was getting so blind, I had to watch so at night she didn’t walk into curbs. In this shot you can almost see her amazing bear claws that she had for feet. I cut and filed her nails regularly, but her quick was so long from years of having overgrown nails that I could only get them so short. Her toes had spread out and widened giving her the bear claw paws I grew to know and love.

Even though they fought, there were times that they got along. Richard had a hard time accepting that he had to share his mom with someone else, and Sweet Bee was a bit of a Grumpy old lady most of the time. But when they just let each other be, things were copacetic.

Sweet Bee had her own playpen that I got from a children’s store. It was perfect for giving her her IV fluids. She couldn’t go too far and pull out the line. It was great for feeding her because she was a very messy eater. It traveled well and she was so cute in it. It broke the day before she died.She loved to be on the farm. The sheep would come and sniff her and she wouldn’t react at all. She certainly let the other dogs know that she was to be allowed to sleep, and that is final!

Sweet Bee was not afraid of anything. Maybe it was because she was part blind, but she would just plod on forward, not even considering the circumstances. These are big horses and she is just a little thing! This was 2 or 3 weeks before she died. In Hospice they say they rally around sometimes just before they go. She seemed so good then. Then all of a sudden in a day or two I knew it was time and she was leaving us. Fly with the angels, Sweet Bee!