She was perfect. She made it to 14. Someone begged me to take her as a 6 week old puppy because their mother was going to take all of the puppies in that litter to the pound. I didn't plan for her, but she ended up being one of the most important fixtures of my life during my 20s and early 30s. I miss her so much. Yesterday I didn't mourn her loss, I celebrated her life as she would have wanted by treating my current dogs to a great day at the park, and a yummy meal of chicken and rice.