One Wednesday in July of 2002, Cele was chasing a ball around the yard, keeping Oneone in line, and keeping the world safe from squirrels. On Thursday we noticed her feet swelling. By Friday she was having great difficulty walking, Saturday she could no longer sit, Sunday she could stand and lie down, but not change from one to the other under her own power. On Tuesday morning she started to bleed spontaneously, on Wednesday evening she died. We were devastated, but we were happy that it was quick, and that she did not appear to be in pain.

She put up with her weakening condition, several trips to different vets, and the indignity of having to be lifted into a standing or lying position. She was a trooper, but she was a very proud dog, you could tell that she was getting embarrassed and self-conscious.

She was a wonderful dog, we miss her so much.

As predicted, she was happily playing with a new squeaky ball in her last hours even when she could not move off her bed.