Our puppy Sara -- she'll always be our puppy, even though she was 13-and-a-half years old -- was just about the sweetest creature God ever created. We had to say goodbye this evening, quite suddenly and unexpectedly. The Bride and I have been dreading this day for awhile after we learned one of her tumours was malignant. Tonight, she started to bleed from it, lost a lot of blood at home and we made the heart-tearing decision to make sure she wouldn't suffer. And that’s the thing. Almost all of her other tumours were benign. And over the months, she never indicated any sign of pain and was always wagging her tail in happiness and anticipation of a treat. But she had been through past surgeries and we didn’t want to subject her to any more. Needless to say, we’re in bits but we have to give heartfelt thanks to the caring professionals at the York Region Emergency Vet Clinic in Newmarket, who helped us deal with the immediate grief. Sara’s litter mate Becky is still with us, but I don’t know how she’ll cope without Sara. I don't know how we will, either. God, she was special.