The ending came suddenly, as it often does. The playful romps around the yard had long since been replaced with sedate examinations of rocks or dandelions, the barking with resigned acceptance. We kept hoping she’d grow stronger with medication and time. But time, like puppies, has a mind of its own. Last week, we were forced to say goodbye to the sweetest dog ever to soil a carpet.
An English teacher by trade, I prefer the world of books; we see the approach of the final page long before we get there.