There is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say one of the hardest things I've had to say in a very long time. My beautiful Kiss, my sports partner, my beloved pet therapy girl, earned her wings last night at 4:40pm. She passed just ten days shy of her fourteenth birthday. I am beyond devastated. When she came to me as a very naughty juvenile, I never dreamed she'd become what she was to me in such a short period of time. The work she did as a therapy and crisis response dog truly humbled me as the person who got to hold her leash and allow her to do her best work. She touched so many lives in her short time on this earth. When she was struck down with IMHA almost two years ago, I thought I would lose her then, but she fought like the little banshee warrior she is and rallied against it. She had two relapses over the past 23 months, and was able to come back each time. The medications she was on really took it's toll on her and she aged so much over the past two years. She was unable to overcome this last attack on her body this time. I am thankful for every day we have had together after her initial diagnosis with IMHA, but I knew it wasn't going to last forever. I knew it would end ÃÃ��â,Ã��Å"sometimeÃÃ��â,Ã��Ã� , I just wasn't ready for it to happen at all. I still am being hit with the reality of it today. And it cuts to my core that she's gone. She takes a huge part of my heart with her and my only hope is that the angels are keeping her company until we meet up again. I hope she's found her "celestial sisters, Razzle and Roxanne" and they're showing her where all the "good stuff" is in heaven.