Honorary Degree

Poor Bib. I loved your name, and wonder how you got it. Your Human didn't give me any insight to that, other than saying his (ex)wife came up with it.

Bib died on Saturday. Her daddy came over to me in tears saying Bib was sick. I drove him to the vet and we did this together.

As Dad was explaining symptoms to the doctor, I blurted out, "Maybe it's diabetes."
We waited for blood work, and sure enough, I was right.
The vet awarded me an Honorary Veterinary Degree for my mad skills.
But there were no guarantees, and many complications. Daddy did the right thing and the hardest thing, by letting his little baby go.

Bib was an old gal, of 17, and she lived a good life.

Rest in peace, my neighbor!