Guinevere, queen of her yard, her house, her peeps passed away on Sunday. Know as Gwen, Gwenner, Gwen Gwen, Gwenner Butt, Puppy Girl and Nana’s baby, she was anxious and afraid of almost everything: the robot vacuum, pillows, falling leaves, other dogs, cats, men, women, smoke alarms, the bathroom — yet not thunder or fireworks. A fussy eater, she would often decline a morsel of something every other dog on the planet would gobble up and she liked to have her kibble enhanced – cat food, Greek yogurt, maple syrup were just a few (but no wet dog food). She preferred her blankets smoothed out and she always curled up facing the closest door.
A fierce and feared defender of the yard, she would hunt squirrels, rabbits and mice with abandon. Even a possum once. Guinevere never ate a sock, never counter-surfed, never pushed open a partly shut door. She was quite smart, although sometimes she hid that light under a barrel – never did master the concept of bringing the ball back to you. She knew a good number of tricks; treats were appreciated and always taken politely and so so gently – an inborn trait – nothing we ever taught her. The aroma of cheese could attract her to the kitchen from any room in the house. She wasn’t crazy about dressing up, but would do so patiently, usually holding stock still while the obligatory photos were taken.
She passed calmly and quietly in YA’s arms. She was loved and will be missed.
Ever had a dog that demanded a cheese tax?
Trail Baboon 
Safe and gentle passage, Guinevere. Good dog.
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Oh shoot. Sorry to hear of Guinevere’s passing. What a great description you wrote! You created a perfect definition of her.
Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for giving us a window into her personality, Sherrilee – what an individual. I am so sorry, but she had such a good life. How old was she?
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Oh, and I had several cats who ate cheese whenever possible,, esp. Slush; he also loved cauliflower and cantaloupe.
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She turned 11 in January. And no health issues in any of her years!
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I thought she was not old in doggy years. 11 is not that old.
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Not a cheese tax, but Pippin demanded a peanut butter tax. Maggie demands kissing taxes in which I must submit to having my face and neck licked. It’s really uncomfortable when she starts licking my neck.
Hugs and peace to you and YA today, VS. My goodness, you are really going through all of it at once. She had a good life with you, and she’s happily chasing squirrels and opossums on the other side of the rainbow now.
Thanks for the lovely description of her life.
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Rise and Shed a Tear, Baboons,
Oh, I am so sorry. These are the most difficult of days. Is Nimue trained for squirrel patrol? Those local squirrels will feel a sense of freedom.
No cheese tax here. But lots of chewy treats and the like.
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I am so sorry to hear this. What a special personality she was! You described her so well. I send love and condolences. Hug our kids and our beloved pets!
I had a orange tiger cat named Sebastian who loved to chew on corn husks, play with green beans (curlier the better) and Brussel sprouts (I was washing a lot of them in the sink and he jumped in to bat them around in the water!)
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My condolences to you and YA, Sherrilee. It’s always heartbreaking to lose a pet. Guinevere sounded like a wonderful companion.
Chris in Owatonna
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Kyrill expects cheese for jumping into bed at night. That is the only tax we have to pay him. So sorry about your sweet pup.
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I’m sorry, Sherrilee. This has been quite a month of losses— first Nonny and now Guinevere.
A blessing, in a way, that Guinevere went at her own time and without suffering rather than you and YA having to make the hard decision that the time had come.
I don’t think I’ve ever known a dog that would let me eat cheese in peace.
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More a tithe than a tax.
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Snort!
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It seems like only a few years ago that Guinevere joined the household. Condolences to you and YA.
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My sincere condolences.
The loss of a treasured companion is soften by memories. I’m glad you have photos and personal stories that your loving heart could share with we Baboons.
It would have been a privilege to pet Guinevere and totally corrupt her with treats.
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So sorry, VS and YA, for the loss of your beloved Guinevere. Like Bill said, this has been a rough month in terms of loss for your household. Glad you have the memories, photos, and each other. Hang in there.
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I’m so sorry about the loss of your dear Guinevere. Your tribute to her is lovely.
Our late dog, Ben, liked cheese, but he liked all people food, with the exception of pickles. He’d devour an entire cheeseburger and delicately leave the pickle slice to the side.
Our family’s real cheese aficionado was Margaux, who went to cat heaven in 2024. She adored a good, runny Brie, and whenever I made mac and cheese or cauliflower cheese, I had to set aside a spoonful of sauce for her.
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Thank you everyone for your kind words today. It’s great to be in this community.
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so sorry vs
peace
11 years went by in a heartbeat
condolences to ya
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