This is my space to share my quest to collect as many broken branches as I can in my fractured family tree which resembles a bramble bush more then a proper tree. As I go forward in this blogging journey I hope to share how I have searched far & wide for family - with no regard for where they come from or if I should really want them.
You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Such A Good Girl ~ Tori-Lynn

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 50 (CHOSEN FAMILY)


In 3 days it will be exactly 13 years since we received our first foster dog. 

Chris picked her up from the local shelter right after she had surgery.

He went alone because I was at work. 

That night as he headed out the door for his nightshift he told me she wasn't allowed anything to eat until the next day.

That evening mine and Tori's relationship was established when I shared popcorn with her.  

She realized I was the weakest link.

A few days later Chris stretched out on the couch with her on his chest & told her she would "never have to go back to that cold stone floor".


Over the short 13 years Tori was ours she was such a good girl.

She was smart, funny, and amazingly well behaved.

Chris was her master, and she almost always did exactly as he asked.

I was her friend, and she would sometimes do as I asked.

She was such a good girl that even when she didn't actually do what I asked it wasn't a problem.

She never begged for food because she knew she got the last bite of everything I ate. If I cut my sandwich in half she got two bits. She really did get the last bit of every item I ate.

She developed arthritis around the age of 12 that progressed fairly quickly.

On November 14th 2024 Tori crossed the rainbow bridge.

We miss her.


















































She was 13 1/2 years old when she died.

Not a day goes by that we don't think about her.

As I eat the last bite of my food I think of her.

When I get my bowl of popcorn I think of her.

When I drop food on the floor I think of her. 

When I put on dark clothing & don't need the lint brush I think of her.



We miss everything about her.



When you lose a part of your family!!! 



This is why I search - 


Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!







***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***




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Links:

Amy Johnson Crow, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge
https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/



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