"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." - Roger Caras
My sister's dog, Shadow, died unexpectedly last night. She wasn't really
herself most of the afternoon, just laying down and not caring about everything
she usually cares about. My sister got
home from work and Shadow passed away about fifteen minutes later. That fact alone is
enough to get me teary-eyed. She waited to die until she could say goodbye to my sister and until she could be with her.
She wasn't young (almost 11) but she
wasn't sick (that we knew of) either, so this was quite sudden and quite a
R.I.P. Sweet Shadow-dog. I'll miss your endless, bouncing, cheerful optimism.