And just like that, she was gone.

This was taken three months ago. Just three months. I pulled her into my lap and she loved the camera and it loved her back (Even though it made me look like I hadn't washed my hair in months.)

We decided to put her to sleep today. If you've been reading past entries you know that she's been sick for a while and was just diagnosed with a tumor in her brain stem. The drugs that were supposed to make the swelling go down didn't work, so radiation wouldn't be possible. Also, the anesthesia would put additional stress on her brain. She's had over three seizures in the past fifteen hours or so, more stress is not okay.

She just doesn't deserve to live like this. She can't even walk on her own. The dog we remember has already died. It just sucks that mean dogs get to live and snarl at people, and Penny who only wanted to share your bed has to get a huge brain tumor and die. She only lived seven years. She had given a lot of joy to a lot of people, but she was only getting started.

Going back to school, I think, will be good. It'll remind me that there is life beyond this, and I'll be surrounded by fall air and foliage and friends. Maybe someday I'll accept that this doesn't just happen in movies and memoirs. It happens to real people too.