Scruff, a terrier cross of some sort,
August 1998 to 29th May, 2015.
She didn't gnaw on bones, but she loved to bury them - thus this dirty snout:
She enjoyed the beach:
She made me laugh when she jumped to pick persimmons and eat them:
In her later years she became deaf and almost blind. She followed Merle around:
She was very lost when Merle died two weeks ago.
Today she was buried beside Merle at Lal Lal.
Merle's grave on the left, Scruff's on the right, with tree-stump markers.