Snickers adopted me just over nine years ago. We had family dogs when I was a kid and I still have two dogs of my own, but Snickers was the first dog that was all mine.
Just over a year ago she was diagnosed with thyroid carcinoma. We got her the best care and treatments available, but the disease is terminal. I never though she would live to see her ninth birthday, but she did. It was a good year.
The last few months of her life Snickers hardly made a peep and was, for the most part, a couch potato, but the house seems abruptly quiet and empty now that she is gone.
I buried her near her favorite spot in the back yard, in a quilt my mom made for her when Snickers was young and marked her grave with a pile of field stones I picked from my grandmother’s farm in Minnesota.
SNICKERS Oct. 1st, 1999 – Dec 6th, 2008
