We got Ashes thirteen years ago, when the kids called me at home and said "we found a puppy in a box can we have her?" Like I could say no to a puppy in a damn box.
So they brought her home and for every single day of those thirteen years, Ashes and I went for a hike. For every single day of those thirteen years she followed me wherever I went including the bathroom. When I brought home an orphaned kitten, Ashes did her best not to eat her. And when I brought home another puppy, Ashes did her best to suffer the joyous, rambunctious thing with grace and good will.
She protected me from bears and coyotes, and she shared my cookies, and stank up my office, and she always, always, gave me unconditional love.
RIP, Ashes. You will be missed.