Starr passed away this morning. She was 12.

She came to us from Mastiff Rescue in a roundabout way, with a badly healed broken jaw, broken eye socket, and dislocated hip. She recovered well and lived with my family for ten years. She was gentle as a powderpuff and thought everything was her baby, especially my brother. In spite of a last month plagued by a stroke and then finally by pneumonia, she was generally cheerful even when obviously hurting. She died quietly and with no fanfare on a pile of rugs and a heating blanket in the kitchen. My mom was with her.

She will be missed.