A week and a half ago, our little girl dog was diagnosed with aggressive cancer, and we decided to put her down on Wednesday. She was a wonderful pet, and we will miss her.
She joined our family when Bob and I were on our honeymoon trip across the country. She had been abandoned in a campground at Natchez Trace State Park. She took one look at us, barked out “Suckers” and stuck to us like glue. She was a lucky dog, because we took her with us even though she got car sick, had a licking fetish, annoyed our other (old) dog and was incredibly furry. She was about 6 months old.
She stayed lucky through the rest of her life, having a happy and illness free life. Well, except for the time she got bit by a snake. It’s hard to explain to a dog that if you keep putting your barking nose right up to a copperhead, you will probably get bitten.
Even in the last three months of her life, while we have been in New Zealand, she was still a lucky dog, because she made a new friend of our house sitter, Yanru. Yanru took care of Tracy, giving her canned food because Tracy liked it, and petting her, and enjoying her wagging tail. Yanru stayed with Tracy through the euthanasia, and I will be forever grateful to Yanru for loving my dog.
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