I'm so sorry, Karen. Keri was a sweet, affectionate dog. Even Little Virginia wasn't frightened (not to mention the piglets!). Sending love.
I am pleased to have met her several times. I hate to hear of her passing. Your memories are beautiful.
AHHHH . . . she was such a love . . . how much we will all miss her. Hard even to say she is no longer in pain . . . pasture will not be the same. Sad here.
Keri (f/k/a "Tundra") and I bonded during a 4-hour drive from her previous home after her first human partner died. Karen drove and Keri and I rode in the backseat. Ever since, Karen has said Keri found me special. Now, for a dog to find me special is hard to believe; Karen might have been trying to make me feel good. Anyway, Keri was no ordinary dog. As a guardian dog, she seemed to know in advance what Karen wanted. She knew the milking order and helped herd the proper goat into line. She kept the cattle and other creatures from interrupting the proper routine. Whenever we appeared, Keri's first order of business was to make sure everything was safe for us. At first, when she lived by our house, and I would return from an evening meeting, she would be waiting near the end of the lane. Instead of rushing to meet me, she would circle around the area to be sure all was okay, then she'd greet me. Like us, all of our animals respected her and trusted her. She trained Rex, but remained our pasture queen. Now Rex must prove his mettle.
Keri sounds like she was an amazing intuitive dog. Our sweet Hunter who passed from cancer a week ago was like having a nanny when the kids were young. She was so protective of them. House seems so empty now.
Okay, you want the whole truth? Much as I neglected Keri, she never ignored me. She'd spot me running a quarter mile away, bark hello, zip to the fence, bouncing and wiggling. We'd stick our noses through to kiss and smell. Then I'd climb over. Tail wagging, she'd press closer and closer until sometimes we'd both fall over, all the while tummy rubbing. I don't think she ever figured out she'd grown too big to fit in my lap like during that first 4-hour ride home.I ran past an empty pasture this morning. Relatively speaking, you may say, you who see pigs, cow, bulls, goats, and donkeys. Well, most of you know that when a relative is missing, the world seems empty. That pasture looked and felt empty and, I'm sure, will for some time.
Oh, I forgot something. Some folks say you shouldn't treat Great Pyrenees dogs as pets because they they won't do their jobs. Get lost. Like Karen, Keri never failed at her tasks and she loved at the same time.
I remember when you got her. She seemed SO big but she was so kind and gentle and friendly. Love you guys.
She sounds extraordinary! So sorry for your loss.