Last night we took Izzie to the park to play a little fetch the racquetball. She’s so good. We can let her off the leash in the big field, with no fence, and she stays with us, always bringing the ball back. After we were done playing ball, as we were heading home, we passed this dog that she loves. Once we were past the dog, Ryan and I were ahead of Izzie. I turned around and saw her falling on the ground. It was the most ungraceful fall and she didn’t get up right away. It all happened in the span of about 2 seconds, but it was interesting that Ryan and I both had the same gut reaction – oh my goodness, something is wrong with my dog! We both rushed to her, got her up, and she was fine. We think it was probably a combination of her being so tired from playing ball, her being turned around looking at the other dog, and a bit of uneven pavement. But, for a brief moment, Ryan was sure she’d had a stroke and I was sure she was having some sort of seizure or paralysis. Our hearts sank in that moment. She was fine, but we spent the rest of the night doting on her even more than normal – lots of tummy rubs and treats. We talked about how it would be when she was older. We wished she’d live forever. And then, I started reading Marley and Me.