Today started like every other day, quilting and listening to music. But it wasn't to be a happy day; our old dog, Skipper had a stroke. We bustled him off to the emergency dog hospital, but there was nothing to be done. We had him put to sleep. Skipper was a really sweet tempered dog who rarely barked and loved to 'blow his nose' by tearing up tissues from the trash. He and Molly got along well, and she laid next to him when he was crying after having the stroke and not being able to get his legs to work. We'll all miss him.
Skipper and Molly, when she first came home with us.
Two dogs always together
Skip and Molly 'sharing' my foot rest
Skip, wishing he could get his tongue all the way to the bowl!