My turn to cry, I guess. Our little miniature schnauzer Lady snuck out the door for the last time. Don't know if it was coyote, neighbor dog, or what, but when I finally find her, she's standing there all bloody. Just had knee replacement, so moving slow. Took her in, Vet says her lungs are filling, so I hold her while they let her go. I'm a mess. I'm not really good at making links, and for a reason I guess only God knows, a song popped up on my feed called First at the Door, a song for anyone who has ever owned a dog by an Aaron Wroblewski. If anyone can link it for Lady and I, I'd appreciate it.
