Walking the dog

Miriam, our faithful companion since we rescued her as a young adult 14 years ago, has not been walking well for the last few days.

Today we found out why. She has an aggressive cancer: hemiangiosarcoma. 

The prognosis is grim and rapid.  Her age, kidney disease, and anemia don't help. Treatment is usually futile.

We are devastated.

She remains cheerful, though more lethargic.

She is an old dog, very much loved. 

I can't say anymore without losing my composure. Funny how much an old dog can touch your heart.