14/08/2025
Yesterday, August 13, 2025, was one of those… days. Memorable days. Profoundly sad days. And deeply, in your soul, raw painful days.
It’s a day that fulfils a quote I recently heard, which is as fully true as any scripture
‘I now get to remember you for… longer than I knew you.’
Yesterday, we had to say ‘goodbye’ to our Autumn Angel. My ‘Autumn Bottom’.
After nearly 14 years, two litters, 10 offspring, numerous hunting, camping, fishing trips and encyclopedia volume of memories, our ‘Mama dog’ went to hang out with Cale the Dog and the rest of our pack members waiting to greet her and welcome her home.
She was at home with us, her humans, along with one of her daughters, Rain, one of her sons, Knives, and our newest pack member, a granddaughter, Storm. She had the last two months of her life on this world with Storm, giving her the opportunity to do elder ‘grandma’ teaching with her little granddaughter while they hung out. Kind of a relative term though since Autumn mostly did the hanging out part and Storm, well, did the ‘Storming’ over, under, around, swimming and on top of her with the occasional laying beside hanging out part. It was awesome when Rain, Autumn and for the first time, Storm got to be in the backyard each chewing on a deer leg from one of our hunting trips. All three generations together and being, well, our pack. It was awesome to share.
As some, if not most of you reading this know, this time with our pack ‘members’ is truly something we wish we could avoid, eliminate, delete from our lives but is the price owed for many years of all the love, joy, fun, laughter, loyalty, dedication, etc., etc. Always remembered.
I am so grateful, humbled, blessed we were given the opportunity to receive these and more from our time with Miss Autumn.
We’ll frump together again some day my Autumn Bottom. Our love.
UCH Intl/Nat JA SHR Tudorose Williams Autumn Angel WC RATN CGN
2011-12-12 - 2025-08-13