I took photographs so I could remember the smile on her face, then put on a rain jacket to take her for our final ride together, remembering the old Jewish saying that when someone dies, and it is raining, it is a sign that God is crying too.
P.S. The time came when my father decided that Hannah's quality of life was too poor for her to continue. He made an appointment with the Veterinarian to put her down on a Tuesday. Miraculously, on Monday, a person spoke to my father at his place of business, and he mentioned that one of our family dogs was missing. The woman commented that her dog had passed away. During the conversation, they realized that her missing dog that she assumed to be dead was actually Hannah! I'll never forget the moment when she and her husband came to our door and were reunited with their beloved Nikki. They were incredulous that the Veterinarian had not found Nikki's micro-chip. In a final, sad chapter, the husband accused my family of stealing their family pet and re-naming her with malicious intent. I do not know how Hannah / Nikki is now, but I was so thrilled that she was reunited with her true family. - Molly Mednikow