So, Maid has gone to her new home and job. She left this afternoon, leaving a Maid-shaped hole in my life.
When I quit feeling sad I will be left with the sense that I did the right thing, and will be happy for Maid. Like all the dogs that have worn collars with my name on them, she taught me a lot, gave more than she got, and made things interesting in a whole new way. She gave me a long-coveted peek at sheep-dogging. Good dog, Maid! And thanks!