I had to let my Emma go last week, as every day she was becoming less and less comfortable with her arthritis and other age-related creakiness; unable to lie down and get comfortable, unsteady on her feet, and without appetite for even the best treats. She was 15 years, 4 months, and hopefully she is playing with her brother Bobby, her housemate Ziggy, and all others that went before. I miss her, the house is much emptier, but there was no question that it was time to do her a last kindness. This is one of her last pictures, taken a week or so before her death. She looks in the prime of life here. What a good girl.
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