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Katy was our long-haired miniature Dachshund. Shortly after Christmas 2003, she fell ill, and got progressively worse until Wednesday, 22 January 2004, when we had her put to sleep. Katy was only one-and-a-half years old; we had had her for a little over a year. A bone marrow sample diagnosed Katy with a particularly virulent and aggressive instance of canine lymphoma, a form of cancer. Katy was an amazingly happy little dog, and she was constantly wagging her tail, just out of the sheer joy of being alive and in the company of the people she loved. She loved to play fetch, tug-o-war, tag, and wrestling games (despite being only a little over 7 pounds). She had boundless energy, and would accompany me on 2 mile walks on her short little Dachshund legs. But she was a cuddly, soft little lap dog too, in addition to being sporty and outdoorsy. She gave kisses freely, and would contentedly perch on her reclining Mommy's shoulder, watching the world go by and waiting for action. She loved to have her tummy scratched and her paws rubbed, and was every bit as affectionate as she was vivacious. We'll always love you, Katy. We're grateful that you enjoyed your short life so much, and that you didn't suffer a lot at its end. I'd love to hear from you |