Swan Song

Our precious little pekingese Swan Song died this morning sometime between 8 am and 11 am. She was almost 14 years old and while she could no longer see well, walk great, or hear well - she still acted like a puppy.

She had a heart murmur which we knew about and the day before she passed, she had been breathing a little heavy but by the time I carried her to bed, it had stopped for the most part. Then Rich checked her before work and she again, seemed okay.

When I woke up, she was gone. We are only grateful she died here at home and hopefully, in her sleep.

We will miss our baby girl. Even the bird would call her name, "Miss Swan!"

The only bad thing about having dogs is that they break your heart when they leave.