...Bonnie.  A french poodle rescued from the street some 11 years ago.  Not a stray dog.  A lost dog.  She was an incredible being with self-awareness, always permanently thankful to me, probably more for sleeping on the floor with her that first night in the house than for the actual rescue, though she was thrilled to have all that overgrown poodle hair (which never falls out) cut off of her.  She always wanted to do whatever I was doing, including yoga the one time I took her to a class when I had them due to some back pain.

She died early Thursday AM after developing cardio problems about 3 months prior, and that after some tumors started appearing about 1 year ago.  We knew she only had days left.  We used Clorine Dioxide Solution to stop the tumor growth but didn't reduce the tumor she had on her stomach, which was the size & shape of a half walnut under the skin.  What got rid of that was horse-grade ivermectin.  I gave here tiny amounts each day that seemed to comply with the weight-dosage amount scale on the package.  

There's somewhat of a debate about dogs having souls.  My favorite source says that however it works, beloved pets are recoverable in the afterlife and if so, Bonnie and I will be hanging out together again when my time comes.  For good.