Following is a an excerpt from the Precious Story:
On September 13, after spending three nights at the Vet's office, I took Precious home for the last time in one last
ditch of hope against hope that she would start to get better. She was much too tired to take the three-block walk
home, but by taking slow, baby steps all the way, we were finally able to make it home to her big yard that she
loved so much.
Precious climbed into my (or should I say, her) hammock and promptly prepared to take yet another long nap
while I sat in a lawn chair by her side. It was a gorgeous Indian Summer day. With the late afternoon sun
streaming through the branches of our splendid, sheltering silver maple tree, we shared a few final hours together.
Suddenly Precious raised up from her deep sleep and put both paws on my knees and showered me with doggy
kisses. Then she laid back down to resume her nap. But within a few more minutes, she again got up, put her paws
on my lap and repeated covering my face with kisses. The whole thing had a magical, timeless quality about it. I
remember thinking -- how could this weak, exhausted little dog, who could hardly raise her head, muster enough
energy to twice hoist herself up onto my lap and cover me with all those kisses? In retrospect I came to know that
she was kissing me goodbye.
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