Majestic and proud she stands against time.
Her body old and worn, but her spirit is still strong.
Only nine pounds and counting, but her eyes still stare with the devotion reminiscent of her puppy years.
Seventeen in dog years is a life time and then some, but to us it’s two life times too short.
Her fur soft and white as a dove at Christmas.
She’s barks with gusto at the vet as if saying, “don’t count me out yet, silly man. My name may be Angel, but I have a stubborn streak as long as the devils. I’ll go when I’m ready and not a minute less.”

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