Some sad news: at somewhere between nine and ten years old, Dasja, one of Autumn’s first and most floofy customers, has passed away. She will be missed; even though Autumn and I only knew her in her later years, when she’d slowed down quite a bit, we both really liked her.
When I was dog-sitting for the two of them, it was sometimes difficult to peel Jemma (her younger sister) away from my side, but when I could, and Dasja was willing to let me pet her for a while, and give me a wag or two and a doggy smile, I always felt blessed. So, goodbye, Dasja, and I’m glad I got to meet you.