This is the sort of thing about that beautiful dog that somehow breaks my heart.
Yael took Tikva (Xena) with her to a farm where there were chickens running around. Yael told Tikva to lie down in a certain spot and stay there -- heck, I just have to call Xena Xena. Xena is Xena, not Tikva.
Not only that, the next time Yael went to that farm, Xena, immediately, without being told, went to that same spot and just lay down there.
Never was there a dog so willing to do what was wanted of her and ever so watchful and caring to please.
The last time Yael brought Xena over, Xena didn't go to either of her beddies that are still in my house. She just clung close to Yael.
When I offered Xena cheese, she didn't take it.
Oh, this letting go, why is it so hard?