Shortly before Christmas, we lost our most faithful hiking companion, Gigi. Our hound-Lab-shepherd was believed to be 16 to 17 years old.
She was a traveler. From the Pacific Coast to the North Shore of Lake Superior and Montana's mountains to the desert Southwest, she would follow wherever we went.
She was a survivor. From the streets of Philipsburg to a run-in with a minivan to tumors that forced the amputation of a toe to the removal of a section of intestine after she ate a bandage, she always forged ahead.
And she was one of a kind. From her smile to her orange coat and white feet to the howl that let you know it was time to go, there will never be another like her.
We love her and miss her, and know that she will always be just past that last hill in the distance.
Farewell, Garbage Guts, Good Girl, G.G., Gigi!
