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Tess was my first dog. While not the greatest herder she was a great first dog and I learned a great deal working with her.  There was nothing she would not try to do for me. While she never had puppies of her own she was very maternal, always taking baby creatures of all kinds under her wing from children to puppies to orphan lambs. I don't think I have ever met a dog with a kinder, gentler spirit that Tess. All of our other dogs treated her with respect and love and their sadness was as palpable as ours when she crossed the bridge. We are very glad we could move here to our farm and watch her play and enjoy the place before she left us, it probably added a year to her life.


Tess: AIBC 93630 DOB 6/28/89 Pedigree
Sire: Fred-ABC 69882 Dam: Colorado

For Tess - 6/28/89 - 8/12/02


There are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a Setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who as far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought. This Setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry tree strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple tree, or any such flowering shrub, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well remembered, if it leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps.

On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the lateness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to you and nothing is gained, and nothing lost - if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.