On April 14, 2025, my family and I laid our sweet baby girl, Cleo, to rest. Just 17 days shy of her 15th birthday, she was truly the best dog—full of attitude and always in charge. She ruled the house, making sure her brother, with a tail, never had a say unless she approved.
Cleo loved her daily walks, though she made it clear that rainy days were not for strolling. She patiently waited as we packed the cooler for boating trips, always eager for another adventure. Oh, how she loved the boat—sitting proudly on the bow, ears flying in the wind, taking in all the smells, fascinated by those funny creatures that quacked. She was more than amazing.
I often believed she had a human soul, so deeply in tune with everything we said and felt. Baby girl, you’re now in heaven, sharing stories with Grandma Bea about all the adventures we’ve had and telling her about the new creature that joined our home in 2018—Hogan. He doesn’t quite understand what’s happened yet; I’m sure he thinks you’re just at the groomer.
It will take time for him, and for all of us, to adjust to life without you. But we find comfort in knowing that you’re in a better place, free from pain, running wild and happy. Until we meet again, sweet Cleo.