These are the last four photographs I took of Abigail.
This beautiful girl left us today. She was almost eleven years old, maybe twelve - I was never sure exactly. We got her when I was in fourth grade. I'm a junior in college now. Abigail was the smartest dog I've ever known. She had a vocabulary well over 200 English words, and she even picked up some Polish from the maids who took care of our house because we fail at cleaning. I taught her to high five. Grandma taught her everything else she knew.
She's with Grandma now. The five-year-anniversary of Grandma's death is Wednesday. Abigail really missed her. I'm glad they're in the same place again. Grandma was always waiting on the other side of the
Rainbow Bridge for her.
I miss both of you so much and I love you both. Thanks for looking out for me, both of you. You touched my life in so many wonderful ways.