Miss Bea has simply been failing for a long time. We knew the diagnosis of renal failure meant we didn't have infinite amounts of time and no one expected her to make it through last summer, let alone through the fall and into the winter. You know this doesn't end well, it never does. I spent Monday with my favorite little blond and yesterday morning we made the final drive down to the vet. Bea, who never liked to be held snuggled quietly into my arms and went to sleep. She barely noted the shot which would put her into a deeper sleep and of course the second final injection was a forgone conclusion It was as simple and dignified as that. No regrets. My little bombshell has joined all her friends, Dennett, Fat Sam, Angel, Lexie and Sammie-bug. She is at peace and in a way so I am. I got Bea when she was 4 months old and we have had 17 wonderful years together. She has given me a lifetime of happy memories, of her silly bark, her winsome smile and her dry sense of wit. Bea was a quiet, unassuming little thief. She use to bark to send the other dogs off to the front door or window and then she would sneak that bone or toy she wanted or commandeer a particular dog bed she coveted (or both!). It was always worth sticking around to see what she was up to. So Miss Bea, good-bye for now. I love you and I miss you and most of all, I thank you for all the joy you have brought to me.
Truly parting shots: