Today we said "goodbye" to Hannah, a.k.a. Hannah Banana. She was rescued off the streets of Sacramento with her friend Harrison. Harrison only lasted a few weeks, then passed due to a tumor. You could tell she missed him. She would suddenly wag her tail and march outside in a futile attempt to find him.
She eventually became our most loyal dog. Always wondering where we were and wanting to be with us. When we adopted our dog Waylon, she made it clear that she was in charge. He still has an injury on the side of his head from when she kicked his ass.
She was a great travel dog. On our long 4-day road trip from San Francisco to Guanajuato, she was a trooper – resting calmly and comfortably in the car and eagerly exploring each rest stop. Unlike the other two dogs, who were terribly anxious.
When we adopted her, they told us they thought she was 6, that would have made her 11. But vets since then have told us she seemed older. We tried for a few days to keep her going, but she couldn't fight the infection. She was a good girl and a tough, old, broad, and we miss her.
