Sad wooos furiends
My sister, Paxil, made her trip to the bridge today. She was an older dog, but we thought she was healthy. She didn't act sick or nothing, until last night. She got stuck in her doghouse and peed on herself. This morning she couldn't stand up or use her back legs at all. Mom and Dad took her to see our Dr. Candace, but she said that there wasn't nothing that would help Paxil. Dr. Candace think Paxil had cancer. She had that before but she got better. I guess it came back and was even meaner this time! There was a big lump of cancer in Paxil's belly that she didn't tell anyone about. It made something bad happen in her brain or her back or something and that made her legs stop working. The rest of her was not working right either. Mom spent all afternoon with Paxil and then Dr. Candace helped Paxil get to the bridge.
Mom says Paxil was the best lead dog she ever knew. She taught Mom a lot about being a musher, like how to just trust your lead dog. Before she decided to retire, Paxil started my lead dog training. I hope someday I can fill her lead dog booties.
Good-bye Paxil. We will miss you. I'll take care of Mom on the trails for you.