This morning Pirate was released from her failing body. I never knew Pirate as a young, healthy dog, but with good vet care, she had 14 comfortable, happy months here. She was fading over the past couple weeks with the bad days getting more frequent. Her mobility was limited, she had little control over her body and even less interest in anything around her. The only thing left to do for her was give her a gentle crossing. Our mobile vet came to the house and Pirate passed peacefully on her favorite blankets surrounded by love. I wish I had longer with her, but I am glad she was here even for a brief time; glad she knew warmth, safety and love in her life. I adored her and my heart is broken, but I know hers is whole and healthy again.


Godspeed my girly. I'll miss you.