River's mom here. This is Sasha as I'd like to remember her, still strong and happy. This was taken just a few months ago. We fought her inoperable tumor for so long with diet and with her own will to live. But it won today. I'm sorry to bring such sad news at Christmas but you can understand why we've been so quiet this week.
Once upon a time I had 5 dogs from a rural county in Virginia. George, an old dog who lived his last year with us. Colby, the big cheese, who was the biggest beagle and the goofiest I've ever known. Humphrey, a sweet old boy with a low soft howl like an oboe. And Kali and Sasha, both very tiny beagles--15 lbs.--from the same litter. All my Virginia hounds are angels now.
Here Natalie laid down with her to comfort her last night. Natalie looks sad, too.
Then Hootie laid down with her. River is beside me on the chair, more focused on me. He is a great comfort. How wonderfully sensitive dogs can be.
Rest in peace my sweet little Sasha. You are now with my other angels at the Bridge.