On Monday, Cleveland II was a new breath of life beside me and I think Havan is very pleased. I can almost hear her tail thumping.
There was a command we used that turned her into a regular dog. A command that said she was free to just ‘hang out.’
It became a daily remark, each morning as I fed the dog and she begged for her share, I’d say aloud, “Emmy, you’re still alive.”
It was on the day of Emma’s passing that we learned of Havan’s lung cancer. These are her end days and each one is a blessing. Each wag of her tail is a gift.