Our dog passed away this morning, at 18 years,7 months of age. It was a long run, but time catches up with everyone. Macy was a Jack Russell terrier, from Jacksonville, Florida, and eventually traveled with us to Tokyo, where she spent the last 12 years of her life. There were a lot of adventures in those years. The housebreaking, torn furniture, ruined carpets. Lots of travel, walks in the cities, mountains, and beaches. Though she never got over knocking over the trashcans looking for a snack, she became a steady and quiet companion. At 8 years old she was diagnosed with a fairly serious case of cancer. After 2 rather expensive operations, she recovered fully. At 13 she suffered a serious infection while my wife and I were overseas, but our vet was able to pick her up from the kennel, and after another serious surgery, she recovered quickly. It wasn't until she was 16, when my wife and I had a baby, that she began to slow down. At least our daughter got to spend three years with a good dog. It's very difficult to say goodbye to such a good friend and companion, who was pretty much my shadow whenever I was home. But we got to spend more time together than most people do with their pets, and are grateful for that. She is enjoying her last nap in the sun before the vet comes by later to pick her up. She'll be cremated, and her ashes returned to us. Thank you very much Macy for being a wonderful friend, for keeping our family happy and busy. We'll miss you very much.