When we moved to Tucson,  I started going on a lot of walks with Maggie.  I got very attached to her, either walking her with a leash or riding along side her as my dad walked her.  During the evening, she would sometimes rest her head on my knee if I had food she wanted, and I would laugh since it tickled, scratch her head, and give her a couple pieces.  She would then rest next to me as we watched a movie.  The first few years in Tucson, she was still as vibrant as normal, going to Udall Park with us and running after the frisbee.  But then we just had to sit and watch as she began declining in health.