Sally

I went to see Sally last night. I don't typically go out on Saturday nights because my 12-year-old son is here on weekends. Earlier in the day, he said he wouldn't mind going with me. He's met and played with Sally. However, after dinner he really didn't feel like going out and said he'd rather stay home. I debated putting off the visit, but my son in his typically gracious and unselfish manner said, "But what if she doesn't live until tomorrow? You'll feel sad if you don't get to see her." (Have I mentioned lately what really GREAT kids I have??) So he stayed here with his 18-year-old sister and I drove to see Sally for a couple of hours. She looked awful. While she didn't appear to be in any pain, she seemed unbelievably weak. Even lifting her head off the ground caused her to pant. She drank some water, but had to stop and rest after every few laps. At one point, I think she nearly fell asleep in the water bowl.

I called Paul after church this morning. Sally died around 2AM this morning. She just didn't have any more energy to fight back against the disease.