Come on, Celt, in your bed.
When you ran, you looked like you were flying.
You taught BeAnne everything, all her manners.
You put up with her and were so kind when she used to bounce asking you to play with her even when you didn’t want to.
You were the Batman to her Robin and we would laugh as we watched you together while you took the time to teach her how to be “a proper dog”.
You were our family. Everyone who met you loved you. Never a cross word, ever.
You were loved and now there is a huge gap.
Sleep well in front of a warm fire.