My Dog is Chelsea

NOTE: The actual events referred to in the following letter occurred circa mid-December. I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, and am doing so now because a) I actually have the time at the moment and b) the significance of the photoblog will resurface in a post to come. More on that later.
December [...]

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The night before we put Chelsea down, I threw her a big going-away party to celebrate her long, well-lived life. Everyone brought her doggy treats (some people brought human treats as well) and the Stink got to munch away on yummy morsels and get lots of petting, swooning, hugs, general lovin’, etc. This movie is [...]

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…that Chelsea was WAY cuter than the dog who won Westminster. See for yourself:
Diamond Jim, age 7:

Chelsea the Stink, circa age 7:

Still, the Springer pride in me couldn’t help but notice that a Springer won the show in 1993 (the year Stink was born), 2007 (the year she passed) and 2000 (the year she hit [...]

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I’m not really sure I can write about this yet. The vet told me it would be the hardest decision I might ever have to make, but that doesn’t mean it was the wrong one.
Chelsea’s been gone now nearly two days and I can’t help but worry that I choose the wrong one. I’ll never [...]

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The vet’s coming in three hours. I really don’t know if I can do this.

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