Friday, December 13, 2013. The day I dreaded from the moment we brought her home. Hubs & I had taken our beloved Bernese Mountain Dog, aka the #suckhole, to the vet where we unexpectedly spent our final hours with her. At only 6 1/2 years old, cancer had taken hold of her body, attacking her organs. She was bleeding out and would not make it through the weekend. My heart ached. She was our only (fur)babe. Where we went, she went. I vowed never to get another pooch. I needed to heal. I …
