R.I.P. Baby


My daughter's dog, Baby, the one who had impaled herself on a stick and lived to tell, had to be put down today.


Baby was a rescue dog and my daughter had her only for 3 years. We never knew how old she was but the vet guessed 12 to 15 years when she first got her. Since then Baby has battled cancer, the infamous stick incident (see an earlier blog) and a neurological disorder which made her hind legs collapse under her, at first only sometimes but then with increased frequency. She took a turn for the worse on Thursday and my daughter made the decision to have her put down today.


They spend the day going to all of Baby's favorite places and fed her favorite food and then spend the last hour in our backyard.