At first she wasn't my favorite - we have 3 (dogs). And when I met Sally, I wasn't sure how to approach her because it took her awhile to warm up to me. She kept her distance, even growled a time or two, but she was Hubby's baby. And in time, she became part of my family too. And I learned to understand her, and love her. We buried her this week. It was a gut wrenching family burial where Hubby wrapped her in an old family blanket that we brought home from Texas, placed her in front of Shorty ( her life-long partner ) and let him tell her good-bye. And he did. I've never watched a dog tell another dog good-bye before. But he looked her over, smelled her over, looked her in the face , and then stepped back for Hubby to take her. My heart was broken as I watched him. It was almost more than I could take. Hubby gently cradled Sally's body where he then buried her along with Lil Man's help.