Mungo made a difference everywhere he went. Everyone who met him fell in love with him. In his first career on the track, he must have won many races, because he was not retired until he was five years old. In his second career as a therapy animal, many desperate people were cheered by him. He had a way of making amazing eye-contact - one of my friends claimed that he had an old soul.

On November 29, 2001 Mungo went into heart failure. It had probably been coming on for a while, but we attributed his lethargy to his being in mourning for Brynna who had passed a couple of months earlier. We consulted our vet and then when we didn't like the prognosis, we got a second opinion from a specialist. Mungo, in the mean time was was being kept alive in an oxygen tent. We arrived at the hospital early November 30 and were told by the night nurse that he didn't have more than a couple of hours of life left.

He attempted to lift his head when he saw me and advanced his paw towards me in what had once been our signal for play and cuddle time. He was already hooked up to an I.V. I held him and told him what a "good boy" he was while the Euthanol was added to the line. He died in my arms.

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