As I write this, my smart, loving, and protective dog, Ginger, who was born on this property is lying downstairs in the kitchen dying on a blanket. She has had lymphoma cancer for about three months and the anti-cancer drugs have stopped being effective. The tumors increased in size rapidly and she has quickly gone downhill. This morning she barely had the strength to get up off the floor and go outside to relieve herself. This evening she doesn't even have the strength to go outside and can't even control her bladder anymore. The end is only hours away. Perhaps...