This is our Annie. She is 13 years old, and we adopted her six months ago when she retired from a long career as a guide dog. Riddled with arthritis, an artifical knee, and cancer surgery a year ago, she is one of the most amazing spirits I have been around. Sadly, she was diagnosed last week with terminal cancer--a giant tumour growing in her mouth. She looks at me, grabs her toy and barks and never stops wagging her tail. We blend her favorite dogfood into mush so she can still enjoy eating--which she does. We went for a long walk yesterday that in distance was only a block, but took 35 minutes because she relished in sniffing all the doggie postcards in the grass in every yard. Her doctor says it is just a matter of weeks...but she will always be a lifetime in my heart. We love you Annie...and we will take care of you. Don't worry, just be.