Friday morning Samantha refused to eat. Sometimes when she doesn't have an appitite, she'll eat a treat rather than her meal. But this morning she even turned her nose away at her most favorite treat. Her eyes looked different...far, far away. I watched her closely. I listened with an open heart and an intuitive ear.
She hadn't missed a walk on any day over these past two years, but today she layed down. It was time. We made an appointment for that afternoon.
In the vet's office she was perkier than we'd witnessed in a long time. The vet said, "She knows she's going somewhere." (I loved that she said that.) Samantha was gone before the syringe was empty. A proud, regal life, well lived.
