pat loughery

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Preparing, originally uploaded by PatL.

My dog McKenzie and I, from a set of family photos that we did today spontanously after hearing from our vet that McKenzie has several growths which are likely malignant, and she quite probably has only days or weeks to live.

Shannon and I adopted McKenzie from a lab rescue group when we’d been married for a couple of years. We were living in northern Idaho at the time. My work wasn’t thrilling and Shannon was working and finishing up her college degree, so she was super busy.

McKenzie and I hiked, mountain biked, swam in the lake, played frisbee, worked on obedience drills, drove everywhere together in my truck. She’s a great dog. She can’t fetch for crap – she used to go get whatever I threw for her, bring it halfway back, drop it, and then yip her high pitched, super excited bark, prancing around, 20 or 30 or 50 feet away from me like I was an idiot for not throwing the item again.

She was also afraid of lots of things. The air vents in the house. Umbrellas. Stuffed animals with squeakers. She’s settled down about these things, but she’s not the most courageous dog.

We’ve told a lot of stories together, this dog and I.