Most of our week has been wrapped up in Noire’s pill drama, but there’s been a quieter, slower issue going on in the background. Charlotte’s been slipping away for six weeks, and we let her go tonight.
She was a good dog. So many things can be said about her, but the important thing is that. She was a good dog, who had a good run. We owned her for nearly ten years, she raised two puppies, she traveled to the Arctic Circle and cross country. She was a shelter dog who was returned twice because of separation anxiety who had bad hips from the day we brought her home.
And she lived to be at least 13 years old. Not a bad run.
Good bye, Miss Charlotte.