Last year, when we lost Margie and Rocko within a few months of each other, we decided we didn't want to have any more dogs. Of course when anyone asked, and they did, "Are you going to get a new puppy?" our response was, "Not right now." We always qualified it that way because we knew life happens and everything changes everything.
My wife's good friend of over 35 years has been battling colon cancer for 15 years. She'd have surgery and get treatment, get a diagnosis of "no evidence of cancer" and then it would come back in a few years. This time it came back with a vengeance. It had spread throughout her body and there was no treatment that will save her. She had arranged for a friend to take her dog when it was time. A few weeks ago she sent my wife a note, "Other friend is backing out, can you take the dog?" Of course the answer was yes.
Last Monday we were in Colorado - my wife at a conference and I was visiting family - when my wife got a message. It was time. We changed our flight home to go to Los Angeles. Rented a car and went to the friend's house. She can't get out of bed anymore and her time left is counted in days and not weeks. But she was happy to see us and happy that her dog was going to be taken care of. We then got in the car and drove back to Arizona
This is Maggie
Never had a small dog before. It's ... different. But she's a sweetheart.