July 1993—November 2008

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When we adopted Greta she was a very cute but sick little pup; she was at the vet almost daily for a month, and never liked going back. She was so devoted to us, and so protective, and her fearfullness of anyone other than us made her a perfect watchdog. She watched over us so well for 15 years.

Sadly, Greta left us on November 6, just 5 weeks after Sherman.

She loved to romp and run—she loved snow, loved rivers and streams, even loved the ocean on her one visit to the coast. She loved to stalk squirrels but was too tender-hearted to know what to do if she had ever caught one. She loved sharing what we were doing, no matter what we were doing, and couldn't bear to be away from us or away from home.

She's probably still barking at her neighbors and disinterested in most other dogs. She was a people dog, but only for her two people.


A knitter in Scotland saw a photo of Greta, and crocheted this small Greta for us. It's amazingly life-like, and a wonderful remembrance now.

She hated so much to be away from us and now we just hope she is okay without us. We aren't okay without her.