Striker, our incredibly intelligent Springer spaniel, was diagnosed with lymphoma several weeks ago. We did one expensive course of chemo and daily doses of prednisone, which, until December 30, worked out to maintain a quality of life. One morning it was clear that the time had come.
In the interim, though, Striker had a wonderful Christmas in Missoula, delicately kissing our nine month old granddaughter, chewing up pig ear treats and enjoying his exalted status. That granddaughter won’t remember him, but the rest of us will. This special dog got a huge love-up session at the vet clinic. Our vet kept reassuring us that we were doing the right thing, but we knew that already.
Striker went to sleep in my arms.
Next spring the people at the park will wonder why I am swimming only one dog.