She was diagnosed with a possible tumor in her urethra when a blood clot showed up in her urine at daycare with no other explanation, and then a mass started growing on her toe. She was grumpy with Zenzi and Dolce approaching her whenever she was laying down, not just her usual sleep startle. Walks hurt so much she was panting within seconds, and she flinched if I even lightly touched her hips. No more hip scritches, and she started not eating, because of the pain meds that were making life bearable for as long as possible. I knew it was time, my girl never wanted to be on drugs, and was suffering.
She went in our home, experiencing her first true relief from the pain in years, and then dozed off to sleep peacefully. I felt something, wind that wasn't wind, brush my left cheek as she crossed the rainbow bridge, and I knew she was gone.
Run free, my best girl. Though I cry to write this, my heart rejoices having known your love.
Phoney Jonie, Alabama racetrack
Born: September 19th, 2003
She came home perfectly (intuitively on her part, I'm sure) trained for all occasions.
November 11, 2008 - October 16, 2014