She Was a Very Good Dog

It came years later than I expected it, but Fiji is gone. We don't know her exact birthday, but she was 17.5, give or take a month. She was roughly 3 months old when we got her. Her back legs started to fail her a few weeks ago. It started with some small stumbles, but by this past weekend, she was falling down every 10-15 seconds. She also had a vacant look on her face that said, "I'm not really sure what's going on." It was time. I have been preparing for this literally for years. I bet I've told the kids "Fiji is nearing the end" 3 or 4 times over the past few years. Yet she kept trucking. I told them the same thing this past Sunday night as they went to bed, and I knew that it was for real this time. I don't know if they believed me or not. Jordan hopped out of bed to give her a nice pet, so perhaps she did. My halting voice may have betrayed my emotions. By the time they woke up in the morning, she was gone. I took her to an emergency clinic...