the end of an era

This is not something I wanted to write. Today, I helped Peanut cross the rainbow bridge. Early this year I had found some lumps on her throat. They turned out to be cancer. At 13.5 years old, and as stressed as she is about vet work, my vet team and I decided the best course of action was palliative care. We got two more months that I am incredibly thankful for. My world has now made a massive shift. 

Peanut was the first dog I got as an adult. She has gotten me through hard times and given me a reason to get through the day. She made me the trainer and handler that I am. She struggled so much with her anxiety and lack of socialization as a young dog, but with a lot of work and time, became one of the best. She was reliable, trustworthy, and so so loved. My original red dog. I don't know what else to say. My world will never be the same. 

I love you, Peanut, forever and always. You'll always be the very best red dog