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Saturday, October 30, 2010


I may have the best seven and a half year old Labrador Retriever in the world.  My dog loves me. She thinks that I am her mother. The head bitch.

  She loves the other members of my pack.

She thinks that she is my sous chef.  She eats anything that I make.   Even if she isn't invited.

And she has a tumor in her skull and will die a painful death.  The boys are praying that she makes it until Thanksgiving so they can say goodbye. 

We are so sad.

1 comment:

  1. I am so sad for you. I've been through it and it hurts like hell to let them go. Keeping you and your family (and Scout) in my thoughts.