Lady

She had the name "Lady" before we ever laid eyes on her at the shelter. She was 7 years old, and a perfect lady in every way. Lady was the mature adult, who knew her place in the house and always was so attentive to being appropriate. As time went on, I appreciated Lady more and more for the kind creature that she was. When she would eat out of our hand, she was so careful not to bite our hands. Whenever I would feed her dinner, she would never eat it immediately, but would look at me for 5-10 seconds, wagging her tail; I sensed that it was her way of thanking me for her meal.