Rest in Peace, my goofy girl

Kettle had a relapse over the weekend - turned out to be a spleen tumor causing intermittent internal hemorrhaging. If it had been benign, surgical removal could have given her a few more years, but when she was on the table they found it had spread extensively, just too small to show up on x-rays yet, and I made the decision to let her go. My heart is broken, but Iike all of us who love our fur kids I knew this day would come, I've walked this road before. There is comfort in knowing she didn't catch a weird skunk disease, that there was nothing else I could have done, and that she ended her days a little weak and wobbly, but in very little suffering, still happy to sniff the wind and shove her head under my arm for ear scritches and gobble turkey deli slices and bark insistently and drag the evening caretaker at the vet outside because no way was she peeing anywhere but the grass, heck yeah! My carpet already seems too clean, sadly lacking its usual black lab sheddings. She was a very very good dog, and her happy goofy doggie smile will be in my heart always.



chipper