ABSTRACT
I stood by our 12-year-old daughter, Savannah, as she held our beloved Jenny, an 11-year-old English cocker, and “sister” to Savannah, as my husband, a veterinarian, euthanized our family dog. I watched as Savannah hugged, stroked, and finally kissed Jenny as the life passed out of her furry body. Savannah gently laid Jenny's head down and then folded herself into my arms for comfort. What a brave and strong young girl, I thought.
