Sixteen years is a long time in the life of a dog - not that it makes it any easier - but it was time.Such a sweet little girl. I have met very few pets with such strong personalities. When she was still small, she used to fight for my father's attention. Whenever he was on the phone she would sit at his feet, bark until he picked her up and slap him in the face if he did not pet her.
My parents brought her to Charlotte a few times when the would visit. One weekend we left the apartment for a little while and shut her in the bathroom. It was obvious she was not happy when we returned... she had pulled all the toilet paper off the roll. :)
When my parents did all of the work on their house, each morning my father would set out his tools for the day and she would bring in all of her stuffed animals and lay them among his hammers and screwdrivers.
For a while she was on a kick where she'd want to go for a walk every evening. She'd move at a snails pace to the end of the cul-de-sac then run all the way back to the house, to the point where I'd get shin-splints trying to keep up with her.
In the last few months, she's been really sick. They said it was a tumor on her brain. She had difficulty walking and needed constant supervision. We hand-fed her and would rock her to sleep like a newborn baby. She was getting better, walking on her own without falling, etc. Then yesterday we ended up back at square-one.
The house is awfully still without her here...
