She wasn't actually my dog, but I still think of her as my heart dog. She belonged to my Aunt, and her name was Sandy. She was a Collie x Shepherd. There wasn't a mean bone in her body. There was a time when I was 12 and had moved to Florida. At 15 I went up to visit family, and by this time she was arthritic, deaf and had cataracts, but when I walked in the front door it was like an old friend had finally come home. She didn't leave my side that trip and it was the last time I saw her. She went to the rainbow bridge a few months later.
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