This is an old picture of Cinder. She's past her cattle working days at age 11, but she's still eager to move the sheep around for me when I need her. I've been a bit worried about her a couple of times in the last few weeks when it seems like she had a momentary weakness in her hind legs. Once it seemed like her feet were dragging just for a few seconds. The other dogs sometimes knock into her when they would never have dared to face the wrath of Cinder in her prime. More than anything I do not want to face the reality that she is getting older and I will be without my Cinder dog some day. She has given up leadership of the pack gracefully and without a fight to Pepper (who is rowdy hooligan but really wanted it).