“Sorry that I had neither the skill enough nor prayers strong enough to fix the degenerate hips, the uncertain bowels, to prolong, pain free and dignity intact, the life that had given me such pleasure. But when that pale and unrelenting trainer blows his silent whistle for us we must go, skill nor prayers notwithstanding.”
-Jameson Parker
Absent Friends: A Collection of Stories of the Dogs We Miss, 2003