Tisha (Tish)

The sweetest little tubby tube of a dachshund you ever saw with black, sleek, flat fur and a brownish-pink belly.

She used to sit up on her hind legs – the long length of her swaying – to beg for scraps and treats.

I remember her progression from energetic puppy into complacent cylinder.

We grew up together.

I almost remember when she got that crimp in her tail from missing the sliding glass door timing.

At least, I remember the before and after.

She didn’t last long after grandpa died.

But, by then, she was ancient in dog years.