TALLY/DOWNINGTOWN,PA

Tally came to my family a little over 2 years ago as an uncertain 2-year old, likely a failed gun dog. The challenge with rescue is that we aren’t only adopting the dog; we’re also adopting their history, whether it’s blatant abuse or simple neglect. It was likely the latter that gave her the condition that ended her time with us so suddenly.  Losing a young dog has been simply devastating, but as I’ve begun to process my grief, the good times are starting to shine through. We miss her terribly but nothing can erase the fact that she was here and those good times existed, even if only for what feels like a moment.

Tally wasn’t the most confident dog, but she grew to not be so afraid of new people or experiences. It was amazing to see a dog content to run through muddy fields chasing after whatever scent catch her fancy so easily switch over to enjoy her “princess time” perched on a bed ready to be fussed over with a baby comb. And, despite never really growing a lot of hair on her belly, I have never seen a spaniel so unaffected by cold if it meant the opportunity to careen through fresh snow. Sometimes I think she purposely let her back feet move faster than her front so she could skid through it.

Over time, I’ll probably forget just how soft her fur was or have to refer to pictures to remember the exact pattern of freckles on her nose. I will never forget the love and the silliness we shared.

Until we meet again, my sweet girl.

Caroline Sychterz