Our little dog Leia died on Thursday January 5th. She was 16 years old. That’s quite elderly in dog years and an old lady she was.
We found her at the pound in Cincinnati, Ohio in 1996 when she was 9 months old. She was an energetic little dog back then, running around the yard on her zip-line leash. I remember watching Hank play hide and seek with her in our mansion on Hamilton Ave. He would run and find a hiding spot and Leia would follow, sniffing him out.
After Cincinnati, she moved to Bainbridge Island, Washington, which were truly her glory days. She ran free with the dogs of the neighborhood.
After the family moved to Baltimore, Leia became an apartment dog. Her days consisted of lying around the house, sniffing the wind off of the porch and basking in the sun. Her favorite spot was the corner of the big green couch. Her days were punctuated by walks and interactions with the dogs of Ivymount, some of whom loved her and all of whom she held at arm’s length.
She was a true lover of food (especially chocolate), with a puppy countenance her whole life, a quiet but ever present member of the Purcell household. Our sweet little puppy will be missed.