Chelsea, an elderly and ailing Irish Setter that I once shared ownership with passed on yesterday. Barry writes more thoroughly on the event in a post on his blog along with his memories of her. He invites others who have known her to post their reminisces in the comments sections, which Kip and I did.

She is pictured above pretty much in the position she was in when I first met her. As Barry relates, the owner right before us was forced to keep her in his pick-up truck as he looked for a new home for her as his new place was strict about no pets (He had placed his other two dogs and four cats all in new home. Me, I would’ve found a different place to live) And as Kip shared, she seemed perfectly content as she had spent much of puppyhood in a plane similar to the one pictured below:

I think all that flying is part of what made her tetched in the head.

But she was a very sweet, if dumb, dog, and though I hadn’t seen her much in the past year, knowledge of her existence comforted me and so her passing grieves me.