DAY TWO AND THREE - TEAR THE BANDAID OFF Off to the Tahoe condo, the pack’s playground. Walking through the front door was overpowering as her harness and leash hang on the dog rack by the door. No more walks. No more pictures to post of her on her back in the sun. Freed of the strict medication schedule, we went to bed early. I put her sister to bed, next to her empty bed. No early alarm, we got up late. 7:00 on the alarm clock in the morning reminded us that we were

She left this world yesterday while in my arms. I carried her warm lifeless body to the waiting hearse. No muscle function, she moved with each step, unsettling me. Our time together now feels like a dream. It started anxious, was filled with happiness, and ended sadly. But dreams don’t leave tangible evidence of their presence. We are packaging up the pieces necessitated by her illness. We are putting aside the 2 of everything that we have (her sister and litter mate