This is my favorite picture of Piper. She hated the camera. So this isn't the most technical picture, sure, but it's the one I call Piper's Road. Road behind her. Road in front of her, and a happy, happy Piper in the middle, running along. That was Piper -- never crabby, never sad, just licky and happy and bouncy.
Simon and Caleb woke me Valentine's day morning to tell me that Piper passed away in her sleep. She was all curled up in her bed.
Pretty much two months to the day since the diagnosis, and considering they expected her not to make it till Christmas... I'm thinking we did okay.
I was expecting it. In fact, I think we'd pretty much thought that we might be making the decision this Thursday. In her own way, she beat me to it - that's the sort of nice, honest little dog she was. No fuss, just happy to bop around with the people and sit in your lap and kiss you, never a bother - never bad.
It was tough to get up that morning and see her like that, but at least I knew that she was safe and warm and loved and she'd had cheesesticks and pie with whipped cream for dinner that night. She never quit eating, and that makes me chuckle. Such a Corgi, to the end. <3
We miss her a lot, the house is really, really quiet tonight. :( What's so odd is that we rescued her on our anniversary, all that time ago. We gave up going out to the falls to go pick her up, and she was supposed to be a Cardigan corgi, and a boy. XD We got there, and there she was and a girl Pembroke, and --- my husband was like "there is no way we can leave this puppy!"
And she passed on Valentine's day. We laughed. Came with love and left with love, we think. It's okay. We'll give each other our cards on Thursday... and think of Piper. :)
PS: Oh man, I look over and see her on my sideboard pics. I think that's why I couldn't post this for a day or two. It's going to be hard to take that down.