Penny, our regal, loyal, brave and exuberant friend showed almost zero energy for the past couple of days. She was 12, which is considered old for a dog of her size, and has been slowing down some the last year or two, but she wouldn't even rouse herself to eat after she woke up yesterday.
We took her to the vet, and, due to the nature of her illness, the decision was made to help her slip away. I know this is considered a kindness to help your pet along from this life when they are suffering, but it doesn't feel like it at the time.
All those who knew Penny, with the exception of the mailman I mistakenly opened the door for once, really liked this dog. Especially our family, so we are sad today. She really was the best dog we've ever had. Sorry to share this with those of you that knew her too.
Sometime later I will write a more fitting tribute. But, for now, when we look at the spot where her bed sat, next to ours, there is an empty spot in our room this morning.
And in our hearts.
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