She was part dog, part cow. She stood high to your thigh and could knock you over with her insistence on being close enough to not lose you. She loved nothing more than being with her family. Unless it was when she got to walk Elaine. She’d let Elaine think she was in charge because she was holding the leash. But everyone knew that Angel was really the one in charge. Walking her gave Elaine all the aerobic exercise she needed on any given day. Thanks to a lady named Bessie, who found her abandoned in a parking lot, Angel got to live the life all dogs deserve, full of love and scritches and just the occasionally always bit of table food. And when the kids came along… well, Angel could lick their faces and get another whole meal out of it.
We all still miss her. She was the best.