<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4">Sadly-sadly-sadly--Today (10-16-14) at 2:30, I gave Milady Bianca her final gift--(she was almost 11)--She's now at the Rainbow Bridge flying free </font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4">and having a great time with those gone before her (like her lab friend Max). I was happy to be able to rub the inside of her ears while the vet administered the shot. And she always DID like to socialize. I was glad to have her become mine when my </font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">youngest son moved away. She just couldn't eat or even take medicine anymore. Guess she let me know- in many other ways too- that "it was time." Thanks for all of the advice given here on the DDrool! I've mostly been a lurker, but have enjoyed checking in often.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><br></span></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4">hard to stop missing her--</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4">Sandra</font></div></body></html>