A sad goodbye ...

As some of you know, I said a tearful goodbye to little girl at 1:45 am on Friday.

She made it to almost 15 years with me, and was only "sick" for a couple of hours.  The vet figures she had a stroke around midnight, and there was nothing that could be done.

The last few days have been really hard.  She was a big part of my life, and in a couple of hard times was the only thing that got me out of bed.  I find myself thinking in terms of "After I walk her I'll .... oh, ya"   and "Oh, I'll just pop home and let the little one out ... oh, ya ... "

It is also quite strange to me how other dogs have reacted.  The Moose, I have been told, found a piece of little girl's fur Friday morning and was poking it around and worrying at it ... even before I texted TW, the Moose's person, to tell her what had happened.

A few other dogs I "know" have also instinctively known that something was wrong, and been much more gentle in their greetings to me, and much more attentive to me than normal. 



She was a sweet, sweet girl, and she will be missed.

Sweet Girl,

July 23, 1996 - April 15, 2011