Remembering Apache


Over a week ago, we lost the last of our big guys, Apache, the Lab-golden retriever mix.

A swApache2eet boy, he was part of a litter we raised for New Horizons Service dogs, but unfortunately, he didn’t pan out for the program and we were offered the option of adopting him. We quickly accepted.

He became known as puppy, moose, or puppy wupper, because as sweet as he was, Apache wasn’t the brightest bulb on the planet, either. That didn’t deter from the fact that he became a much loved member of our household for the past twelve years.

Now, he’s crossed over the Rainbow Bridge where I’m sure his buddy, Scudder, and his momma, Holly, we waiting to greet him. Hopefully, there’s a soccer ball up there waiting for him to chase down and all the yard nuggets he could ever want.

RIP my dear walking companion.