This sweet girl came into our lives when she was thirteen months old. Her family gave her up because she required too much time. We weren’t new to dachshunds, but we’d never had a wirehaired before. From the first moment she entered our lives to her last breath, she brought us so much, love. She was comical, a bit sneaky, loved her brother, Dash – who is missing her terribly, and the best cuddle bug ever. She’d been through a lot in her thirteen years and through it all, always brave and sweet-natured. All her doctors loved her, and I think I can say with certainty, they were sad when she passed. IMHA and bone marrow disease is an awful thing for these beautiful creatures to have to go through. I hope a cure is in the future.