Reading this last chapter reminded me of when my mini dachshund, Angel, died. She had trouble breathing just like peanut and we rushed her to an ER vet hospital at 3am. But she died in my arms on the way there. I felt her body go limp and grow cold and stiff in my arms. My dog that I got from my twelfth birthday and did practically everything with was gone. I thought she’d have more peaceful death, like going in her sleep, but it saddened me that I couldn’t get her to a vet in time and make it less painful for her. I still think about her to this day. I’ll say, “Angel would’ve loved this” or “remember when Angel would do this?”
LETS GOOOOO SHANNET!!!