She was a total mutt. Her mom was 13 when she was born. I brought her home at 5 weeks because the guy was going to cut a hole in the ice and drown her. He was nice enough to bring her mom to our house to nurse her until she was weaned. She was spoiled rotten, but also knew how to love. I knew she was ready to cross the Rainbow Bridge for a couple days before she passed. I finally spent her last night sleeping with her on the floor. I kept telling her it was ok to go night-night. I asked my Daddy to come and get her....My Daddy had passed away 2 years before I got her, and I named her after him (Donald).I also played the song Clouds that night. She was still alive when I went to work. But when I met up with hubby after work, he told me that she had passed before he came home for lunch. TY Daddy for waiting until I went to work to come and get her.