I came home after work to find my 15 year old lab mix writhing around on the ground in the hot sun. The grass was indented and the flies were encircling her as if she had been there a while. Arthritis is a bitch.
Rod was leaving for Boston early the next day, so I took Cricket to the vet while I still had an extra adult in the house to watch the toddler.
I suspected that this would be the last time that Cricket would be home. I was right.
The radio was playing “As Tears Go By” as I got back into the car after dropping her off at the vet’s office and scheduling an early morning exam for the next day.