We decided to travel to New Orleans Thanksgiving day. Packed up the car, made sure the cats had food and water, got the dog situated in the car. An hour out of St Louis a deer jumped in front of the car and tore the fender off.
We decided to turn around and go home. On the way, the dog started to vomit. She has not been doing well lately. After some conversations with relatives we took her to the vet. By that time she could not walk and was breathing with difficulty. I made the decision to put her down. I don't know why we lose pets at the holidays but we always do. The rest of the day was spent drinking to dull the grief.
Good bye, Becca, you were a good dog.
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