Penny

My sweet Penny is dying. Please think of us, and wish me the strength and wisdom to do the right thing when the right time comes. I am always afraid that I will wait too long or react too quickly.

She's a sweet baby dog. Sometimes I wonder, for only a second, why I take the old doggies in. I know I'll only have two or three years before they die. But the answer is so obvious: I'd rather have known Penny for three years and go through the pain of losing her, than never have known her at all. I love my sweet girlywirl.