Sheri's dog had to be put down. She had the dog instead of a child. Twelve years old, with a bleeding nose that refused to stop. Likely a tumor of some unknown tissue type that would cost $3,800 to diagnose. Outrageous.
Well, she said it was a relief for the end to finally come, though she & Marty hardly expected it this soon, as the dog had hiked just the week before.
Now, will she eventually get another dog? Not right away, as now she feels free to go for a long walk. Maybe the Pacific Crest Trail.
She asked a few questions about little stuff like nail clippers. I said if she was sending herself boxes, to include laundry soap and lotion with the food supply.
She's keen on the idea and even knows when the Pacific Crest Trail Association accepts applications for permits. She even suggested that I go with her. I'd do it again, but I can't commit this early. And I do have a race to run in September--that's so far away. That would be so much fun to walk the trail again! I'd look at all the scenery and trust my feet more than I did last year.
I said she could call me for tips, etc. I hope she does, as I love to talk about my gear and the walk.
