Ali came to me just under 2 1/2 years ago. We were both gray-haired old ladies at the time, each with our own anxieties. She was a good girl. She was more than a good girl. She was a gift. Over time, with the help of a wonderful trainer and behavioral consultant, Ali developed confidence and an appreciation for the pets, pats, kind words, and treats (especially the treats) that visitors brought her. As I looked back over my time with her, I came to realize that she was more than fearful. She was also very brave. It took courage for her to extend herself in ways that first seemed overwhelming. She taught me. 

She was diagnosed with cancer three months ago. The estimated life expectancy was 2-3 months, and I let her go exactly three months to the day later. She had wonderful care, and most of her days were good. She had good moments even on the bad days, but the time came. Her passing was gentle and sweet. Throughout this time, she and I have both leaned on the compassionate and exceptional care of friends and caregivers. Thank you all. Even though I'm really sad, I'm also really happy to have had her and to know that in her time with me, she made a lot of friends. Go with love, my dear Ali.