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When I got home my dog was looking thin and forlorn. She was sitting on the couch, which she is not allowed to do, but she gave me a sort of "C'mon! I'm dyin' here" look, so I even put a pillow under her head. I cried and cried all the next day, and stroked her. She ate a biscuit. Could she be bouncing back? I had to stop thinking such things. It was time.
When I drove her to the vet, I made sure the window was down so she could have one last look. KOIT was playing "One More Night" by Phil Collins. In the song, he is asking for more time with the one he loves. Jeez, I thought: Life is ironic, if nothing else.