So probably the worst thing about my job is when a beloved friend (some say clients) makes his/her transition. Last weekend a wonderful, sweet, gentle, and kind golden retriever made his transition. Wrigley was a bit older (12) but had the spirit of a much younger dog. He was diagnosed with cancer about a year ago, had his spleen removed, and was given a few months to love. Wrigley wasn’t ready to go, and outlived the expectations by quite a bit. His quality of life was fabulous, and he received amazing care from his people, his holistic vet (herbs, acupuncture, and chiro), and weekly massages. He passed quickly with grace and dignity, the way we all wish it to be. I will miss him, but will see him again on the other side. Rest well, sweet Wrigley!
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