Clara slipped away very easily for which I am grateful. We got to spend time with her and hold her. The cancer had moved so quickly that she was weak but still had a bit of a tail wag. I know that it was her time. I could see it in her eyes.
I wonder sometimes at the wisdom of Dr. Kevorkian who I think has the right idea for people no longer wishing to prolong their pain. What is the point to be put through so much when the body and mind says that it is time to go? Maybe at some point we humans will be able to make that kind of choice without a lot of legal consequences. I am not going to write much more on that other than to say that I would hope for a quick death without lingering misery.
We kept up the nursing for 3 weeks, intermittently putting her with her mother to also get milk from her. It was a happy story because the people who came to see the puppies decided that little Pinky, with her strong desire to live, was the puppy they wanted. And today, they stopped by as they were driving back to NC to bring her to see us. She is now seven years old and is beautiful. She played in the fenced paddock with some of the other dogs. They love her so much which is the way it should be. It felt so right to have her come to visit on the day after Clara left.
Thanks to you, my blogging friends, for your comments and kind thoughts. C. and I read every one out loud and we cried and smiled. You guys are the best.