Utah was likely twelve or thirteen years old when she arrived, maybe more given her clear rear limb arthritis and teeth. A border collie who has been much loved, but was clearly both grieving and stressed. Utah had some settled and happy time with us. But she was a disgruntled little soul and very up and down with mood. We loved it when she and Gabana danced, you could see her relaxed and at one then. She had struggled with an enlarged spleen for some time, and the pain at the end had the better of her. She slipped away peacefully in her daddy’s arms. RIP Utah 5.4.2018