Willow the dog with a human face had some of the most incredibly communicative expressions.
We chose to put Willow down in 2014. I was there with her. I took some final photos of her, but they are pretty hard for me to look at. I might post them here eventually.
If I live long enough, I will need another life to grieve since I do so at a glacier's pace.
Willow, Willard, Wilma was as greasy as a baby seal but she didn't love the water like her German Shorthaired Pointer/Lab mix would have otherwise inclined one to expect. She smelled like Jiffy-Pop. Ugh, man. I would like for her to climb in my lap again and let her know she was loved.
She had a problem with licking the people she loved. Or rather, the people she lived with had a problem with being licked so profusely but she was the best dog I have ever known. I am not sure what I have done without her.