She was suddenly sick and we rushed her to the hospital. She had something called Bloat; she would need immediate surgery or would die slowly. Problem was, her odds on surviving surgery and post-op were slim too. So they made her comfortable and we said our goodbyes – as much as you can when you’re not ready to say them — and she was put to sleep. I held her and she pillowed her head in my lap as John petted her.
And that’s how she went.
If you knew her, you understand when I say that one of the best people in this world is gone now.
And our hearts are breaking.
“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.” ~ Andrew A. Rooney