She was a charmer, a bit of a scamp, and as well-loved as any dog has ever been. We never thought she would live for 18 years but true to form, Sophie had another agenda.
This is a chronicle of the hospice I ran for my failing old dog during the last eighteen months of her life. The story is poignant but devoid of sentimentality, a testimony that our clumsy dance toward death went on much longer than I had realized and that Sophie kept her sweetness and sense of humor far better than I did.
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