Tuesday, June 5, 2012
I knew something wasn't right when I went to bed last night and wasn't sure if she would be alive when we woke up. She did make it through the night but it was obvious that today would be our last day with her. Doyle was with her when she died. Unfortunately (maybe it was fortunately) I was at work but knowing the end was near had said my "goodbyes" before leaving.
Mercy was a rescue dog that showed up in our driveway. She had a collar on with no tags and was skinny. We did some asking around who she belonged to. Come to find out the family she belonged to had given her to a family that lived up the street from us. We tried to take her back to them but they denied knowing anything about the dog so....we kept her! That was in 2003. She was two years old.
She started out as "everyone's" dog but over time it became apparent that she loved Doyle the most...and he loved her!