Adios, Lucky

This Monday we had to take our 17-year-old little Shih Tzu, Lucky, to the vet. She never made it back home, which we knew would be the case. The cancerous tumor growing inside her had reached its limit. Nothing left to do but put her to sleep.

 

We had five dogs; we’re now down to two. Lost three in less than three years. Losing them should get easier, but it never does. They’re like family, and that’s the problem. Losing one hurts the heart.