Last night, we met the guy from the kennel at an emergency vet hospital with Itty. She wouldn’t eat or drink and she couldn’t stand on her own. When I saw her, she had no “spark”. I guess I knew, but denied it until we started “end of life counselling”. We’ve joked about this very conversation when talking about our bionic dog, who already outlived her expectation by 5 years, but somehow it still came as a surprise.

I love my Itty girl. I  hope that wherever she is, there is someone throwing the tennis ball for her non-stop.

 May(ish) 1996 – December 21, 2009.