Last Thursday, the inlaws’ sweet St. Nick, aka: Nick, Nu-nu made his journey to the Bridge. He would have been 13 later this month. I’ve known many shelties, but Nick was the only black and white one I’ve had the pleasure to meet. Nick was ready for his journey; he’d battled bladder stones for years, and had been completely deaf for several months. In the end, his mobility was the issue. He was having more and more trouble getting up and was falling regularly. Thursday morning, his feet went out from under him and he couldn’t stand even with assistance in the house.
It’s always too soon when a beloved pet leaves us, but what an honor it is to know such loving, happy creatures.