Somehow Terry and I have managed to live sixty years, most of them with a dog as a pet, without ever having to do any elderly dog care or think about putting one down. Jingle had declined a lot this past year and was diagnosed with degenerative myelopathy. We knew she was not going to get better.
We scheduled a visit to the vet, and Noah scheduled to come home for the weekend. We had a lot of good times with her before we said goodbye. It was still hard, and it was the saddest day of 2021 for me. I’ve got some other photos but since we all have our ugly cry faces, I won’t include them.
Jingle was a great dog. Terry and I had both always had cocker spaniels, but Jingle has sold me forever on getting a puppy from the pound. She was well-loved and lived a good life. We will miss her.
