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I was very pleased by the way my 19-year-old shepherd-coon hound mix passed on. Even with bad arthritis in her hip and some central nervous malfunction, she was a happy girl ’till the end. She decided her own time to go and was very considerate about it, choosing not to bother anyone else in the process.
After being Travey’s (Travey was short for traveler, because, as I explained upon bestowing that name on her on my sixth birthday when we were introduced, she “traveled so far...Read the full article