I'm really sad right now. Our sweet little Chicklet just passed away. The good thing is that she died in her sleep in her little bed with dog biscuits by her side. I had just given her some dinner and I could tell she was not feeling well, because she did not act like she was hungry. You see, she had a seizure a couple of years ago and she had progressively gone down in her health since then. About 8 months ago or so, she started whining and panting now and then. Her doctor said it was effects from the seizure and just plain old age. I'm so glad she died peacefully and that I did not have to make the decision of putting her to sleep as I have had to do with some of my other pets. After having her a part of our family for over 11 years, it's going to be hard to imagine life without her. We acquired her when my oldest son, Scott, brought her home one day from a neighbor's house. She had been found near some warehouses and the neighbor could not keep her. The dog we had at the time was very old and I knew would not live much longer so I decided to keep her. We are guessing she was about 4 years old. She added a lot of fun and laughter to our lives and, at times, craziness. She was very protective of whoever's bed she was sleeping in and very protective of her dog biscuits. She did mellow with age, however. She is going to be so missed.
What makes this even worse is that today is Scott's birthday--and Chicklet was his dog.
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