Mona crashed into a car. Just outside the property. Her brief life of 1 year and a half was paradisaical.
Before I learned of the accident, I had Lucky with me today; he would eagerly smell Mona's scent in my trousers.
Mönchen, as I used to call her, was a very shy dog. It took her weeks before she let me touch her. Eventually, we got on like a house on fire.
Mona was brought up with another coeval dog: Lisa, actually Lisel, a Broholmer. They were a great Mona Lisa on eight paws. Though much smaller than Lisel (the fastest growing dog in the world, it seems), Mona was the boss.They were inseparable. Lisel was shaking all over when she was shown the cadaver of her friend.
The above picture was taken on New Year's Eve, and only recently sent to me by a friend, remarking "what a lovely couple."