This is from my friend Betty, the owner/slave of Tara the d-thing:
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Tarabelly (Belle Lee) was sent to the bridge this morning. It was a
difficult decision to make, but she was declining a little bit every
day. She  w
as
taking massive amounts of medication and still limping, stumbling,
and  sometime
s
pooping in the house. She was unaware that it was  coming out of  her.
Three
days ago, she started to refuse to eat kibble, however chicken noodle
soup,
grilled shrimp, crab cakes, and fried chicken were acceptable fare.
Two  days
ago, she started to refuse to eat her meds (she loved her meds, they
were  dog
candy to her). This morning she refused to eat her denta stix (another
favorite).

She was still able to go and down stairs, beg for food, and use one of
the
cats as a bowling ball. She still had a sparkle in her cloudy old
eyes, and
that's what made it so difficult.

I knew that the time was coming, so last Sunday a bunch of my friends
came
over to have a party in her honor. She got people food, a lot of
attention and
they got a chance to say goodbye to her.

The appointment had already been set for this morning, but I was still
waffling about my decision and kept asking for signs. The next morning
she
didn't want her kibble, then the next day, her meds and finally this
morning the
incident with the denta stix. So I've had my signs. She's gone to the
bridge
now, but she had a good long run.

Right now, I feel like my heart's been amputated. A large chunk of it
is
missing.

Run pain free, eat what you want old girl, I hope you can enjoy some
private
garbage parties (always best to raid the garbage at night when
everyone's
asleep).

RIP Tarabelly (Tara Belle Lee according to her)
CH. Bjorn Lass Southern Comfort  7/17/1992-10/13/2007