Potter's no longer in the garden
Potter was the name of our dog. We had her for 17 and a half years. She had a sweet nature. We loved her so much and she loved us back.
Potter also functioned as garden ornament. She loved being in the garden, although she never quite forgave me for getting rid of the lawn.
She lived through many incarnations of the garden.
She used to spend a lot of time looking under the gate. She didn't watch TV, so this was her main source of visual stimulation. Whenever dogs or humans passed, she let them know she was there in her best soprano bark.
As she aged, we noticed she was becoming deaf. In time, she became completely deaf. We would be walking past a fence with dogs barking madly at her, but she didn't move a hair.
Then her eyesight began to fail. She could see you, but you had to be pretty close.
By this time she was sleeping more, and would more often be found asleep on her beanbag than wondering the garden.
When she started to lose control of her back legs, we made the excruciating decision it was time for her to die, before she had no quality of life left at all.
We miss her terribly.