Last week I got a call from my Mom to say that her dog, Foxy, had her tumor flare up again and it was unlikely she’d survive much longer. Foxy was 13 years old and had already had a recent operation to take care of the tumor. Now that it had returned and was causing her much discomfort my Mom made the decision to put her down, which I think was the right thing to do. It’s always hard losing a dog, especially one that has grown to become a part of the family.
I’ve made several trips to Vernon over the past couple of years and I’m glad I got to spend as much time with her as I did. Most mornings I’d get up early, leash up Foxy and head over to the schoolyard where I could let her off in the field and watch her tear around. I’m also glad I bought my camera when I did because we have a good set of photos of her.
Goodbye Foxy. We’ll miss you!