I’m not much in the mood for blogging today. We finally had to make the difficult call to put our 14 year old Australian Shepherd, Gracie, down. She has cancer and an infection that we’ve exhausted every antibiotic trying to treat. CabinGirl is on the way to the vet now with a very heavy heart.
I call her the Iron Dog because I’ve thought we were going to have to put her down numerous times dating back several years now, but she’s always bounced back. It seemed like she could overcome any health obstacle no matter how grim-seeming at the time.
But she finally reached a point where her toughness wasn’t working in her favor anymore.
It’s always tough to lose a pet, but one that has been with your family for this long is especially painful because she’s tied in with all the memories of raising the older kids, and she’s been here every day of Finn’s young life.
So, we’re officially in mourning here at the cabin. With all the ice and snow, we’ll be looking at her footprints in the yard for quite a while. And then those will melt away, too.
