It was a little terrier mutt of some sort. We decided to get it, but were told we couldn't until it was spayed (it was only six or seven weeks old). Hannah was, for lack of a better word, crushed.
On the way home Hannah told us all about how she was going to take such good care of the dog, and even settled on a name.
Sadly, today we were told that the dog had come down with parvo, and that our best bet would be to pick a different dog as they felt the best option would be to euthanize her.
Hannah was, again, crushed.
But we'll find another dog. Here's a picture to remember her by.
RIP, Sparkles
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