As soon as the engine on the RV started, she assumed her position between Alan and I. She never wanted to miss any of the trip. On occasion she would even try to help "drive" by climbing into Alan's lap or under his legs. She was usually exhausted by the time we arrived at our destination and promptly went to sleep. She took her responsibility very seriously.
This week, after numerous knocks on death's door, she has passed away. This was more difficult than either of us had imagined. There was no surprise, we have known this was coming. But, when we hit the road in a couple of weeks, our co-pilot will no longer be with us and it will be a very sad drive indeed.