Quigley

Quigley, you were the best fishing buddy, the best hiking buddy, and the best protector. You were loving and loyal. From the streets of Pinedale to Fort Collins, to Evanston, and to Sheridan, you moved everywhere and went everywhere with us. You watched the kids grow from babies — literally sleeping at their cribs — to letting them crawl all over you, to the dog they still think of each night. We miss you!