My husband Max met Sally at his local lunch place four years ago. She was just hanging out. After a couple of days it became clear that Sally had been abandoned. Max invited her to get in his truck to come home, she did, and we have had four amazing years with the sweetest dog that I have ever met. Sally loved going to camp, milk bone parties and especially her Dad. If Max was there, Sally was content, and he gave her the best dog life ever.
|that bone was so good she did not have time to lie down
Last week I was working on Squint. Sally spent many hours looking on as I worked on this quilt. On a few occasions she sat looking on expectantly as I worked at the dining room table. I think she was sure that I was holding out on her on delicious morsels even though I let her sniff scissors, fabric etc to convince her there was nothing she would be interested in.
On Thursday night we lost Sally. She passed in her father's arms and we miss her terribly.
You know how songs, or smells, or even tastes remind of us of things? Well quilts are like that for me. Each stitch, or fabric piece can bring me back to a time and place, a sweet or bittersweet memory. Now Squint is the quilt that will remind me of Sally most. I cried over these stitches. The quilt is full of imperfections, some even ugly, but you know what? Sally would not mind.
My husband and I are going to be moving home to our native Nova Scotia this year. We kept telling Sally that she would be a Nova Scotia dog, instead, Sally's Squint will hang in our new home to remind us of her.
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