Last week Tim and I had to help Shelby over the Rainbow Bridge. Nearly eighteen years had taken their toll on her body. She spent her last year or so alternately sleeping and eating with an occasional walk outside. Many people would have put her down sooner, but I saw a smile in her eyes every day. She was still having quality of life every day. Maybe not the "chase a ball and jump around" type of quality, but the "quiet afternoons sleeping, just knowing that her family was "around her and loving her" kind of quality. Every once in a while she even had the moxie to steal all of our boy dogs' rawhide treats when they were sleeping. In the morning we would find her lying on top of all of the rawhides just daring the boys to try to get one back. Now that was quality of life!