On the way home from the Allardt Pumpkin Festival in October 2004, we spotted three tiny white-and-black puppies cowering in the brush on Highway 52 near Rugby. We stopped and offered them bread, and one came out while the others ran. We adopted her and called her Hope.
Hope grew into a beautiful shepherd mix with the most loving personality we had ever seen. There was never, ever anyone – stranger, tradesman, whoever – who Hope didn’t love. She was the most treasured friend to all. Then, one day in fall of 2008, she suddenly developed a cancer and we lost her. Our hearts were broken and we all were devastated.