Goodbye Skye.

Our beloved dog, Skye, passed away yesterday. She was a rescue from the Humane Society that didn't go near men until she met my dad; she was as skittish as the day is long and a FANTASTIC hunter... although, not on command but by her own right. She never played fetch and we always dubbed her a 'ditzy blonde', but she was pretty and loving and always crossed her paws when she lay down, like a princess. A great traveler and a not so great listener. Afraid of thunderstorms and over the years suckered 'Grandma' Paulette into letting her sleep in the house in the winter. She made the perfect house dog. Protector. Lovable girl. You will be missed old friend...