How life goes sometime....

I got back into town last night, after spending 6 days with my new granddaughter and daughter and son (in-law) in Atlanta, only to find that Sherry, my pet sitter-sister was pretty stressed out, not that I was back but that she was still dealing with a blind and deaf 16 year old dog, who, when she made a move, emptied her bladder in an unknowing way, wherever she felt like it.

I got to work, and tried to concentrate, but I knew what I had to do. I had to make the call. Sherry couldn't, but I had to.

So this afternoon, I took Puddin' in and she fell asleep, thanks to modern medicine and a vet that understood, and she's gone in this lifetime. It was peaceful and quick and painless. I kissed her and told her that we loved her and she was gone.

Sad, so sad. We miss you Puddin' and hope you are in a place where you see, you hear, you are enjoying your supper and playing with Snoopy, and Dallas, and Patches, and Misty, and Irish, and Fargo and ......