On a very bad day, Sara, my beagle, crept away to die. She'd been sick for 13 months but early this afternoon, her heart rate crept up to was 2/2 time for you music lovers out there. I called my dad and suggested that we go ahead and euthanize her asap. She was struggling to breathe so much, well, you can use your imaginations.
Anyway, we took her to the pet hospital but she arrived what they call "DOA" Dead On Arrival. The poor girl was already between worlds. After her final send off, we had a paw print made and the ashes promised to me. That just leaves us with one dog, Matt's. Angel. Part chihuahua, part whippet and part jackrabbit. She's Matt's dog, and he's moving out in two years. So for now, we mourn for Sara, but we know she's in a better place for all dogs go to Heaven.
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