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Wonderful group of animals you have there!

What about the owners who have had greys for a long time? I'm in the 37-45 group but I've been owned by greys since 1991.

Congratulations!!! She is a beauty. And the husband is very definitely a keeper.

Happy Birthday Beautiful Girl!

I am so very sorry for your loss. Godspeed, lovely Beau.

Sending good thoughts and prayers.

That's such a pretty face. Will hold good thoughts for the dental.

Yay, Spriet!! Keep healing.

Sending gentle hugs to Conner.

So happy to hear that you have a diagnosis and a way to move forward. Feel better soon Miles!

So sorry to hear this. Enjoy every single moment you have with him.

Sending lots of prayers for Miles.

Sending lots of prayers for Penny.

I saw that on the news last night and had the same thought. They showed teeny-tiny bedroom slipper dogs though. (Not that I want them getting sick!) Hopefully it will go away quickly.

Good going Ernie!

Sending lots of healing thoughts and prayers for Conner.

Sending prayers for your girl.

Sending lots of prayers and good thoughts for you and your boy.

I am so very sorry. Run free sweet girl.

Fingers crossed for good news from the pathologist.

Sending lots and lots of white light and prayers to your beautiful boy.

I've been in both situations and they both sucked royally. I'd like to put it more politely than that but I just can't. Each time it was as if someone had reached in, ripped out my heart and left a big oozing hole. Scarlett was a very old lady when she got the osteo but just 4 weeks before she fell she ran me at full speed all the way home from Central Park. I had two weeks from the date of the diagnosis to the day she went to the bridge. I chose the date so we were able to live each and every day with her favorite foods and her favorite people. I was a mess of a human being. In the midst of this, though, I found amazing kindness from neighbors, and from total strangers who stopped me on the street to tell me they didn't know me but if they could help in any way, to let them know. My weekend doorman, who on his last shift took her head in his hands and said his quiet goodbye to her. She left quietly, on her own bed, with everyone who loved her and who she loved with her. It was the hardest decision I'd ever had to make. I had lost my mother to lung cancer, the love of my life (who was the reason I got Scarlett in the first place) to a mystery illness, and had to make the decision to take my grandmother off life support. I can't even say how much I adored my grandmother, yet letting Scarlett go was a much tougher decision. I honestly felt that I was killing my best friend. Even knowing that the decision was the right one, it still nearly did me in. Morgaine came to me two weeks after I lost Scarlett. We had a rough first year because of her separation anxiety and a really lousy dog walker. But over the second and what we had of the third year, she really grew into a girl who knew she was in her forever home and she knew she was loved. The poor girl had bounced a few times so her SA was really bad. I worked with her to train as a therapy team and she was an amazing therapy dog. The week before I lost her we were interviewed and approved to do home visits with homebound ill and elderly here in NYC. She truly impressed the head of the program. The day before I lost her she got off the elevator on the wrong floor and I had to chase her around and was late for a breakfast meeting but she was just so silly. The day I lost her, I must have known unconsciously that I needed to be at home. It was the last day before my Christmas holiday so I just couldn't call in sick. My wonderful walker called me around 3 to say that I had to come home, that Morgaine was having seizures in the apartment and she couldn't find my vets number. I gave her the number while crying since I sensed that there would not be a good outcome and I ran out of the office with my purse and my phone. No coat in NYC in December. She was having major seizures when I got home, we found a way to get her to the eVet near me. By 7:00 pm that night my girl was gone. I remember when I was losing Scarlett that a man who owned a senior boy had told me that over that Thanksgiving he knew it was his boy's last weekend so he had a friend feed and walk his younger girl, and he crawled onto the couch with his boy and stayed there with him until the end. In my heart I was hoping that is how Scarlett would go. In her sleep when her time had come. Losing the dog that owns your heart is never going to be right whether we have to make the choice for them, or the choice is taken away from us suddenly. I just love my girl every day. There are times that I hug her and tell every muscle, organ and hair on her body how much I love her and thank them for working so hard to keep her in the here and now.

So glad that the news is good.

I lost my first girl, Scarlett, at 19 1/2 to osteo. I lost my second girl, Morgaine, 3 weeks after her 6th birthday to status epilepticus. It will break my heart whenever I lose Aquitaine but I know she will send me the right girl to love and care for when that time comes.

Lottie is a real beauty. Congratulations!!! My Aquitaine is a Dairyland girl too (Push Me Pass You). Welcome to the wonderful world of grey love!