Just a little post to remember that today is the anniversary of the day I got Emma, 12 years ago at the Denver Dumb Friends League. I didn't blog about her death because I didn't want to seem like Debbie Downer, but I've missed her a heck of a lot since we put her to sleep in August. So, here's to what would have been our 12th anniversary, with a photo montage to show a few memories. I always loved that she had one little crooked tooth in the bottom of her mouth.
I forgot how many spots she had on her back, as she got older we kept her fur short. So pretty!

And of course, one of my favorite things (& Emma's!) at Christmas, finding her under the tree.