She was the light of my life. Her name is Snow. She is a white German Shepherd. She was 16 years old at the time of her death. It has not been easy these past few days. I have had a few rough nights just thinking about her. It was not an easy decision to make but with her advanced arthritis, it was the only choice we had. Her quality of life had greatly diminished within the last week of her life. On her last day, I had to hand feed her and hold on to her while she walked around and went to the bathroom. She spent most of her time on the ground that day. She was a beautiful animal and very dignified to the end.

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