Beloved HarrietAugust 14, 2009
We put Harriet to sleep last night. The hospice-level pain management wasn't working (couldn't sneak meds into her -- such a valiant little spitter), and she was getting worse, fast.
She was the best dog ever. I mean that with all my heart. She was the first dog I ever really loved. The hearts at Chez Hehu are collectively broken and today it is hard to take a full breath.
YOU, my darling readers, know what this kind of loss means. There are pets that we cuddle and love, and then there are the Truly-Special Where-Did-You-Come-From You-Crazy-Wonderful-Thing-You animals (Digit falls into this category, of course).
Thank you for your love. It means so much to us.