My fur family is minus one member this morning. Due to rapidly and aggressively progressing bone cancer, we laid our 12 year old great dane, Sasha, to rest this morning.
Her zoomies, grumbles, and trips to the barn with us will be sorely missed. I got up early this morning to help the vet out and support my father, who took it very hard. We had known her time was coming soon. She will be buried at the top of our field with her mother and my GSD puppy mill rescue that we lost back in August.