year of death….
Aunt Bea (named by my dad after “The Andy Griffith Show”, aka “Bea”) died today. Stream of death….never-ending.
Bea was my dog…a very good dog. She lived a long (13 years), happy life…and she was loved.
Once we took a trip to the beach house and Dad didn’t want to take Bea along, but my brothers and I were determined to have her there. So…we put her in the back of the Suburban and covered her with towels. Dad didn’t realize she was there until about four and 1/2 hours into the five hour drive 
She also loved to run with the horses out at the ranch where me and my Mom used to ride.
Loved that dog hard…will always love and remember her.