Abby came into my life as a present from my ex-husband.  I knew she had good judgement in people when, on the ride home from the humane society, this tiny little basset/daschund mix climbed over my ex's leg and bit him gently in the crotch as he drove.  I guess she wanted to establish a "Girl Power" climate in the relationship.  Abby and I were best friends and companions ever since.  My ex and I, however, were divorced 2 years later, friendly though.  :)



Abby was always happy and loved everyone, human anyhow.  She wasn't keen on other animals and was even afraid of some.  She displayed an uncanny human-like personality when it came to comprehending me and my needs and interacting with her.  She was loving, and generous, often bringing me a slimy well-loved toy when I exhibited signs of being a little down.



The bassett hound side of Abby was probably responsible for her laid back persona, and she spent most of her days lounging on the couch.  In her later years as her health deteriorated, that resulted in a contstant "old dog" smell emanating from both her and the couch that was hard to control at times, even with contant cleaning of both.  I refered to her lovingly as my "Little Stinkdog" to which she came eagerly.



Abby was the one constant with me through several relationships and moves.  I will miss her, but know she is better off in a place where she is again young, healthy and stink-free.  I know she is romping and playing in the sun and I hope to see her again some day.  I love you, Abby.  Love, Mom.