I feel like I should write a tribute to my special girl, Reecie, but I can't right now. The final diagnosis was pancreatic cancer. The good news is, it came on so suddenly, she likely didn't suffer at all until the last day or so. But it's so unfair. She was 7 years old, and a sweeter dog I have never met. She suffered a lot the first couple of years of her life, probably born in a puppy mill, and kept there in a cage and bred. I'm glad she escaped. I guess she escaped this morning, too. I miss her.
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