Billie and I recently lost our two housepals, Ling Ling and Lily.
"Ling" was a thirteen-year-old pug whose time just ran out. Arthritis and hip dysplasia combined to ruin her golden years, and the day finally came when we could no longer claim any quality of life for her. The wonderful veterinarian who counseled me over the past several months agreed that we had come to the end of the road. "I think we got all the miles that were intended, and maybe a few more," he said, moments after her little heart stopped beating.
Lily was a ten-year-old rescue kitty, white with blue eyes, who suffered a sudden onset of something neurological and, after hours of treatment, we decided to put her down when all the vital signs indicated no hope.
Rest in peace, our little friends.
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