Last week, Sunday, March 1st, I posted an update on my darling dog Darci's status at that time. I noted that we briefly had Darci back home from the veterinary hospital from Friday evening, Feb. 27th, through early Sunday morning. An MRI on Thursday had shown she hada meningioma in the lower left rear of her brain. Due to its location and size (not super large, but spread out) it was not amenable to surgical removal. So she was put on a medical treatment plan of steroids to reduce swelling, anti-seizure medications (Keppra), and a chemotherapy drug (Hydroxyurea) to attack/control the tumor. They thought they had the seizures under control by Friday evening and released her to us. But Saturday afternoon, Feb. 28th, and overnight that night she had some recurring seizures - localized rather than grand mal - but enough that we rushed her back to the hospital for monitoring and increased medications for seizures so the other meds can could hopefully do their work. Through Monday morning, March 2nd, she had had no more observable seizures while under the increased dose of seizure meds, i.e., phenobarbital and Keppra. We were still hopeful we would have her back later that day. However, as these things can go, she took a sudden turn for the worse. That afternoon, around 3pm, it was discovered that she had fluid in/on her lungs and her heart was having increasing difficulty. Jennifer immediately began to head over to the hospital, and after talking to the doctor I left work as well. But before I could get out of the office parking garage, around 3:30pm I received a call from the doctor that Darci's heart had stopped. Jennifer was able to get to the hospital in time to be with Darci in her last moments. I did not. When I arrived I was able to spend time alone with Jennifer and Darci, hold her, and say my own tearful goodbye. Darci had a unique personality. She had attitude. She let you know who was in charge. She was… regal, as a true Shih Tzu should be. Above all though, she was loving. Aside from good food, she loved nothing more than sitting on my or Jennifer's lap on the couch as we watched TV. While she was not as energetic and playful as our other dog Katie, it was always Darci who led the way in running (or waddling-with-purpose) to greet me with her tail wagging excitedly when I returned home from work each night. She was the one who wanted to lay at my feet as I sat in the study importing my latest photos to the Mac. Darci was truly my little girl. I will miss her more than words can say, as will Jennifer. I started this thread to have a specific place to share my favorite photos of her. And I start with one that is not from my E-mount camera as it came several years ago. It is from six years ago in a beachside hotel at Myrtle Beach, SC. I gave it the caption: “I have two words for ya… Room Service.” That's my Darci. Two Words: Room Service by SRHawk64, on Flickr Thank you all for your kinds words and thoughts in the past, and thank you for allowing me to indulge in a little bit of grief and nostalgia. As I know many of you understand, the loss of a dear pet or companion animal is in fact the loss of family. I plan to post a number more photos soon with your indulgence. Thank you. And thanks most of all to Darci for all those years of love and devotion.