At some point it occurred to me that if we went through with Casey’s surgery she would probably never go swimming again; one of her absolute favorite things. So last Monday evening we decided to take her to Jackson Lake where as a puppy she broke through the ice just to get to the water and we didn’t even know if she could even swim.
As she walked towards the lake our hopes were high and we were anticipating a glimmer of her former self. She swam around a little, barely keeping her head above water. There was no glimmer, no spark, or any sign of enjoyment; just the look of misery. As she came out of the water onto the muddy shoreline she lost her footing and fell into the mud, unable to get up. Our hearts were broken.