Rest in peace my sweet little Pippin

Pippin 2002 – 2012

Our pets lives and deaths are reminders of the nature of impermanence. So much joy they give us, I want to now celebrate that and not the last part of her life which was so difficult after she went blind.

Pippin has been with us since we moved to North Carolina. She is a native to the Appalachian mountains where we live and her breed is “feist.” That is not a recognized breed among legitimate dog breeders, but here in these parts of the world dogs like Pippin were bred to hunt small animals. A real squirrel dog who habitually looked up in the trees when we took her on walks.

She exuded joy. I mean really. People would exclaim it everywhere we went with her.

Little lovely Pippin. I will miss you. I love you.

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