Today was not a better day. We've just come from the vet's office where we had to make that most awful of decisions regarding Annie, the family's yellow Lab.
My dad called to tell me that Rufus, our hound, had a small wound in his side that might need attention. Himself and I loaded into the car and headed for my folks'. On the way, Dad called again to tell me that he would come with us because he'd just found Annie, and she needed emergency treatment.
Rufus is fine, didn't even need a suture. Annie wasn't so lucky. Whatever got the two of them inflicted such severe injuries that any treatment was beyond our means and abilities.
Annie was part of our family for all eighteen months of her life, and will be remembered as a wonderful representative of her breed: smart, loving, and anxious to please.