Shilo was a beautiful miniature American Eskimo, 17 years old. She loved to take her walks through the garden and even though her sight was failing she bounced with joy. But over the summer she started to develop kidney failure. The last four days she would not eat and last night when I turned my back to get her some water, she fell off the bed and something broke. She was in great pain and there was no real hope except to get her to the vet as fast as we could so she would not suffer longer than necessary. I held her until the end. She was my closest companion in the years since my husband died and she was also with him through the last years of his illness.
We will bury her tonight under the willow tree. May her spirit shine in the stars as it did on earth.







