A sad goodbye
My nephew had to have their dog put to sleep yesterday. Her name was Shamrock. She was 17+ years old. She was a mutt, not very big, probably a little beagle and some terrier of some sort in her background. My mother adopted a little white dog from the shelter 18 years ago and she had five puppies, which were unexpected, but welcomed. My nephew and his wife were newleyweds and they adopted Shamrock. She was very well loved and she had a very good life. They have three kids, ages 8, 5, and 3, who will miss her very much. She will be remembered fondly by all the family. She has joined my Kozanna and Lacy now and all the other precious furkids that have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. Rest in peace, sweet Shammy.