I found her hours before a deadly ice storm. I invited her in and fed her. She was shivering.
She had no collar and no tag. I put up flyers. No one claimed her. We became devoted to each other.
She was my sweet baby girl. I named her Tanner. Every afternoon at 3PM I would nap. She would nap with me curled up in my outstretched arm.
If I was not in my bedroom by 3PM, she would come looking for me. This continued for the 23 years we were together. She died in August 4, 2015.
I wasn't sure I could ever take another nap without her. I grieved something fierce. I have managed to take naps again. It wasn't as hard as I thought because of something I cannot explain.