My heart is heavy.
My dear uncle David, aunt Barbara, and cousin Patrick's sweet golden Shae Shae passed away today.
She was a quirky dog. I remember one time when she was a puppy she wanted to carry a broom out the dog door. She had it in her mouth, going the wrong direction though, and railed right into that dog door. She figured it out, though, and got that broom through that little door like a champ.
She liked to talk. As soon as you would walk into their house, she had to have something in her mouth so she could speak. A sock, a shoe, a ball, a smaller animal, whatever. My mom used to say, "Speak Shae, Speak!"
Shae was too young to go. She most likely had the same thing Charmer was diagnosed with last year - Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia. It's not a common disease, so if your dog is sick and there isn't a real explanation, please, please have your vet run a simple blood test called a PCV. The website I linked to has good information on symptoms, tests, and treatment.
So, in honor of Shae, go love your dog. Give them an extra treat or rub. Or both, in Charmer's case. Let them sleep on the bed tonight.