It was a great privilege to care for Karla for several years before her passing. She had a big, beautiful family of doggy brothers and sisters and her humans were devoted and doting. Karla was a gorgeous, regal Dobie, who moved through the world on shaking back legs that never quite worked the way they should. But never did she complain and never to she let her poise slip. Well, except when a game of ball was to be had and then Karla was a goofy galoof among the very best. When Karla ran, all the trembling disappeared and she rocked and rolled and slid and twirled with a grand grace that was hers alone. Karla liked very much to sleep on top of my legs, all 80 lbs of her. When her brother Gilbert and her sister Shorty joined us too, it was a cramped night for me but I adored the crush of dog, the weight of so much puppy love. Karla's passing was a kindness to her, letting her escape from the restrictions her body came to place on her big, beautiful spirit, but it still hurt like crazy to learn she was gone. So many lessons you taught me, Karla, about being present in the great ball chasing moments, and staying graceful and kind even as your body gave you so much trouble. Missing your weight, sweetheart, and your loving heart. I know you are running now, strong and free, and this makes me smile.