For nearly 17 years, Lydia has been my best friend. When she was little, she would get up with me at 5 a.m. and ride to work, wait in the car while I worked for a couple of hours and then ride home. We'd cross the bridge over Brush Creek in Johnson City and see the ducks and I'd yell, "Duck, Duck!" Lydia would go nuts barking at them. For the past 4 1/2 years we've lived in the gallery, she would sleep near my desk during the workday and bark at folks when they came in the gallery. After losing her hearing a couple of years ago, she would stare at people trying to understand their motives. It was disconcerting.
Lydia, 5/1994 - 2/14/2011