a Taj MuttHall Dog Diary: Gone

Friday, April 24, 2015


SUMMARY: On her own.

Who knew such perfect timing was needed? The appt wednesday was a day too early. The appt that I made yesterday evening for this afternoon, after a bad day yesterday, was a day too late. I stayed awake most of the night, downstairs, trying to keep an eye on her, but I fell asleep around 5 and when a phone call woke me up about 8:30, she was nowhere to be seen. Took me two passes around the house and yard to find her in a nook where they never rest or sleep. It had to have been right after I feel asleep--she's still warm but stiff.

Maybe too clinical. So. I am broken apart. I will go on, of course.

More photos to come. Many many many photos. How to choose?

Boost -- Jan 31, 2005 - April 24, 2015


  1. Oh Ellen. You are right, she was a very very good girl. And she finished it the way she wanted to. So glad she got to live and play with you. So glad you had that one pretty good day this week with her. Nice that she played, almost up to the end.

  2. I'm sorry, Ellen. It's so hard to say goodbye. It sounds like she went on her own terms, and she was lucky to be loved by a human like you. My thoughts are with you.