My sweet old girl had a stroke over the weekend. A mild one, but a stroke nonetheless. She’s 17-1/2 years old, which makes her about 86 in human years. Her face is squenched on one side, and her gait is a bit wobbly. Otherwise, she doesn’t seem to notice. But I do. I can’t stop watching her….wondering if/when it will happen again. She’s been my best friend and constant companion since she was 5 weeks old. I can’t imagine my home without her. But I’m grateful she’s giving me forewarning. It will make our final goodbye that much easier…when the time comes.