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I was a senior in college. That Valentine's Day my parents brought home a puppy (their very first dog!). They named her Jessie (a name I had suggested) and she was a yellow lab who stayed a puppy until she was about eight years old, as Labs do. She was their best Valentine her whole life.
Two years ago, Jess died. Fourteen years is a long time for a dog as big as a Lab. She was lucid to the last, and voiceless for her last five years (she had surgery to open up her airway, and in return she lost her voice - never seemed to bother her, though, and voice vs. breathing? We'll take breathing, thanks!). They thought they were going to lose her to Lyme disease when she was about ten, but she rallied. It wasn't 'til her very last few months that her health got really bad, and they finally had to weight the quality of life.
Yesterday, I am told, they brought home a puppy. I know nothing else. Breed, sex, or name. So I am going to have lunch with them to meet the new member of the family.
Two years ago, Jess died. Fourteen years is a long time for a dog as big as a Lab. She was lucid to the last, and voiceless for her last five years (she had surgery to open up her airway, and in return she lost her voice - never seemed to bother her, though, and voice vs. breathing? We'll take breathing, thanks!). They thought they were going to lose her to Lyme disease when she was about ten, but she rallied. It wasn't 'til her very last few months that her health got really bad, and they finally had to weight the quality of life.
Yesterday, I am told, they brought home a puppy. I know nothing else. Breed, sex, or name. So I am going to have lunch with them to meet the new member of the family.