When we acquire dogs, we are fully aware that they will get old, cripled, sick and die, but it sure sucks when it happens.
R.I.P. Pink, you were truely a gentle soul who loved everyone and at times were afraid of your own shadow. You always loved to chew up a good golfball, so I put a pink one on your grave. Hope you meet up with Buddy, Gingie and Orchid; and Papa and I will see you on the flipside. 7-9-12 ♥