I hate to say it because it makes it seem so much more something?, but I've lost my girl Sasha, she was with me for a very long time and I feel blessed to have had her in my life for as long as I did. In the last few months, she'd developed some cognitive difficulties and some other problems that she would be disturbed by herself, and her sister Nut had taken to spending most of her time outside, rather than being around Sasha. I kept telling myself that Sasha wasn't in any pain so it didn't seem right to put her down yet, but I finally realized I was being selfish in not letting her go, she was almost 16 years old, and she was tired. It just hurt so badly. I just read the intro I wrote for Sasha for the site and how I wish we could start all over again. This past Saturday, October the 4th was 8 weeks since I had her put down. I was thinking earlier of when she was a few years younger she used to have this incredible smile that made her whole face crinkle up. It was wonderful. She was such an extraordinary dog and companion. I have always been so blessed when it comes to companion animals; I have never had a dog that was a bit of a problem or concern. Each and every one has been magnificent and fit right into my life at exactly the right time. I feel, I imagine, just as everyone else, their lives are always cut too short and the pain is at first almost unbearable but it subsides after awhile.