My dearest friend and companion for three years was put to sleep yesterday. Chutney was 13-and-a-half which may be a good age for a dog, but she was always a puppy to me: following me around, nuzzling, playing outside. But, we never stole each other's food!
Judith, Philippe and I are very, very sad. Soon I hope we will only remember the good times. For now, we are happy that Chutney is not in pain and are sure she is peacefully sleeping in dog heaven.