
Our Boxer dog, Doña, was put to sleep last night. Engracia informed us that her arthritis had worsened to the point that she couldn't climb stairs & no longer wanted to eat. Although we knew this day was coming, we were saddened to not be able to say a final goodbye to "La Doña de la Casa".
Doña was probably our favorite of all our dogs. Everyone that came to our home left as good friends of Doña. Favorite memories include:
- when she was but a pup, she stood on her hind legs & put her front paws on Alina Burnam's shoulders to "dance" with her
- every group that came for a retreat - although many began the weekend afraid of Doña because of her bulk & hearty bark - ended up taking pictures with her at the end
- many people we meet in other locales ask "Come esta la Doña?"
- despite how long we'd been gone - 15 minutes or 15 days = Doña would always greet us joyfully (and always inspect our suitcases for the inevitable treat!)
- when it was close to dinner time, Doña would "talk smack" to Toby - she should have been in pictures!














