Mon 16 Feb 2009
Annie was a 10 week old blind puppy. She was with me long enough to get to know her personality. She was a feisty little thing with a few quirks. I found her enchanting.
Little annie really deteriorated over the last week and started to have increasing fits of growling, snarling and biting herself. It is as if her brain was unraveling. It was getting to place of her not being safe, my not being able to care for her. And it really seemed as if the issue of *quality of life* was just no longer viable. So, very sadly, I made the decision to let her go.
I think of her now being with her brother Franklin, with her sight and smell and balance restored, raoming with him in green fields like the grasses in California in January when the rains come.
I know we all did the best we could.
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