This morning, we had to put our 14 1/2 year old black lab, Cinder, down. Her health has been failing pretty quickly as of late, and last night she really had trouble getting up. This morning, no amount of coaxing could make her even try to get up. After calling Peter at school, and giving Tom time to come home, we said our tearful goodbyes to her.
She was a shelter dog. She came to us 8 years ago when we were going through a really bad time and she really attached herself to me. My dog! Steve always said she loved me best because I was the one who rescued her. To tell you the truth, for what she brought to my life, I'm not sure who rescued whom!
This is an older picture of the girls cuddling. As you can see in this picture, her "sister" is going to miss her an awful lot as well. So will I!