Lefty was the original of our Flat-Coats. She was the
all-around dog. She was companion, waterdog, hunting partner, and clown. She was
independent but always let you think that she needed you. She had the patience of a saint
with children; an unmatched dedication to retrieving.
When my Dad lost his voice box to cancer we didn't know how
he would command Lefty, since she spent her days with him. Yet she instinctively
understood and responded to him by a clap of the hands or a snap of the fingers. None of
the rest of us could command her this way. They became constant companions.
She was always there, a devoted friend. She loved water,
loved to swim in the lake. She loved to play with the bumper & went nuts if you
whispered "Mousers" in her ear.
For seven months, Lefty fought cancer and even at the end,
never gave up or lost what we now know is "Flat-Coat spirit" . My Dad died one
week after Lefty. We like to believe the two of them are together. We are sure that all
along she knew something we did not.
Lefty will always be special, always be missed.
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