Rest in peace, Suzy Crooked Tail. Today we had to make that choice. We think she had a stroke or something yesterday. When I came home last night, she seemed to have gone blind. I fed her by touching one spoonful of food at a time to her nose. When I let her outside she got lost in the yard. She wandered into a pile of my shoes and could not find her way out. (Yes, it’s funny that I have a pile of shoes a small dog can get lost in, but sad too.) Today Denny found her in the corner when he got home. She was probably trying to find the dog door or a food dish or her bed. I know that is no way for her to go on living, but that doesn’t make me miss her less. I am thankful we did not go through some of the messier aspects of kidney failure that we could have seen. This was maybe a blessing. She went peacefully and she was very well loved. Goodbye, sweet little dog-muffin.