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Our 17.5-year-old pup Stanzie had to be put down today after a few days of not taking food or water and nights that got progressively worse and scary for us (and her). Poor sweet thing. We rescued her from the shelter at 8 weeks and loved her dearly for the next seventeen and a half years, and I guess you can't really ask for much better. Her glamour shot from the shelter in January '04. How could we resist? Officially she was a terrier-shepherd mix, but our vet said she was more like a terrier-mix/shepherd-mix mix.  And trying out her new cushy bed in September '19. I don't have a ton of photos of her as an adult because she really didn't like having cameras or phones held up at her.  She could be an absolute shitkicker, tearing things up when we left her alone (including my dad's Stones tickets), but she didn't have a mean bone in her body. Even as she grew older and weaker, she never snapped at anyone or growled or turned into a grouchy old lady. I miss her terribly. God bless Stanzie, who learned to ring a bell to go outside well into her old age, and would come over for head skritches when it was time to come back in, only to veer away at the very last second just to mess with me. Repeatedly.
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