I'm amazed and touched at all the comments that have been left in sympathy at Mandy's passing, and the e-mails I've received. Thank you all for caring.
I had a good cry again this morning, thinking of the cabin without Mandy, the pasture without Mandy, and so forth. But I had Sadie right beside me, and somehow it was very comforting to have her there.
It's obvious Sadie has been a town dog: When I went out at 6 AM to feed the horses, she went with me. Every time Marvin's rooster crowed, she barked, obviously worried about such a strange noise coming out of the darkness. That's a time when I need some comic relief, because I always turned Mandy out of her pen for the day when I fed the horses.
I took her on a brief walk in the pasture (very hard to do this knowing Mandy wouldn't be there with me any more), and Sadie moved around at an unbelievable speed, taking in all the new sights and sounds, sniffing every cowpile.
On the way back to the house, I tossed a bale of hay out for the cows, and that poor little thing was terrified when she saw those huge animals coming toward us. She barked and barked, looking at me as if to say, "Aren't we going to run away before those things kill us?"
It appears that she's going to be mostly a house dog, although I'll make use of Mandy's old pen at times. And once I am assured she won't run away, she'll have more freedom outside than she does now.
Oh, another thanks to my J-land friends who have bought my poem-book; you've been added to my daily poem-list.
What a wonderful community this is.