Over the weekend, I played fetch with my dog, Rory. It was a longer, more rambunctious game than we have played in a while and it was hard to miss how often Rory lost track of where the ball went, her vision clouded by cataracts. Or that, even as she kept nudging the ball toward me, smiling and panting while she waited for me to roll it across the room, her legs started to look more slack. When we were done, I gave her an evening dose of the pain medicine that I usually reserve for the mornings.
You have been & continue to be a wonderful
Family to Rory. You of course will miss her when that time comes, but the great memories you have had & still making will last forever.