Hating goodbyes.

One of the things I have always hated about having dogs is the part where they get old or sick and you have to face the moment of saying goodbye. Each and every one over the years has played an integral part of our lives. We have watched them grow, observed their various different personalities, learned their quirky little habits, and let them into our hearts. Saying goodbye, even after some 30 years of goodbyes, never NEVER gets any easier.

In July 2001, a little black furball came into our lives, the product of some fancy American breeding. She was tiny but as she grew, what she lacked in stature she made up for in her engaging personality. We called her Sabrina, but more often she was known as "The Bean" or "Beaky". She wasn't the most social of our crew, but she loved and was loved in return. Unimportantly she won quite a few ribbons, more importantly she won our hearts.

Tonight she suffers no more discomfort, and she will no doubt be remembered fondly and often... Sleep peacefully my sweet Bean.