I am not going to write an obituary. I want to write now, while she is here keeping an eye on me from the hallway, about what I love about Brooke, if you will indulge me. Brooke came to us at 7, retiring from showing and having babies. My first thought when she arrived was what wonderful manners she had! She was a bit anxious for a month or so, fitting in with Asta and Ally, who were a bonded pair, was a bit of a challenge I think. Not that they were mean to her or anything, but you know 3 can be a challenging number if two are BFFs. Anyway, I LOVE Brooke's ears. They are just perfect, and I don't mean in a show ring way. They are so mobile and expressive. They go way up to the top of her head (they are tipped) if she's interested or excited. They go up, down, sideways, just so expressive and indicative of her state of being. I love her dramatic markings - so much white on a black dog. A huge white collar, it goes quite a ways down her back. White up the inside of her back legs, and a lot of her tail is white also. So elegant. I love her goofiness. We thought she was so serious when she came, Ally was our little clown and really silly, but not Brooke. That is, until Faith came. It showed us a whole other side to Brooke. They played like crazy, with Brooke taking Faith down sometimes, still not sure how she would do that to Miss faster-than-a-speeding-bullet Faith. We tried agility with her, and OMG the look she gave us when we tried to get her over a 3 inch jump. "You have GOT to be kidding!" If she could have rolled her eyes, she would have. All righty, then, no agility for you, Miss Brookie Mae. But at the ripe old age of almost 13, we decided to try her in Nosework. We had practiced with her at home along with Faith and thought what the heck. Our instructor loves senior dogs, and she was so good at it! And such enthusiasm! It made Tuesday evenings something we really look forward to. I love how she rubs on me like a cat sometimes. The whole length of her body. When I am on the floor doing my exercises, I can count on getting licked, and she LOVES to stick her nose up my short sleeve and lick there too. It tickles like crazy. I love her steady affection, the glow in her eyes, how she ignores the cat like he's invisible, her enthusiasm for Sunday scrambled eggs - deciding Dad has had enough time with his breakfast and it's time NOW for her eggs, thank you. I love how she has to help me make the bed every morning. And how she always has her left paw hanging over the side of her bed or the stroller. I love this dog and always will, and can't believe how lucky we were to have her come live with us, on my husband's birthday, 6 years ago.