My husband bought my cocker spaniel as a birthday gift for me shortly after we were married in 1994. He was my dog and I loved him to no end. He slept with me and was my pillow. He only would let me lay on him and cuddle. He loved to play with his stuffed duck or dino toys and would endlessly chase the light from a flashlight. He loved to play fetch and tug of war. He went crazy for grapes and Scooby dog treats. He loved to sit and watch the fish tank or the birds at the window. I always felt safe with him because he would protect me until the end.
When my son was born he would wait at the door until we opened it so that he could be the first to kiss him and wake him up. Once my son was older I would find him occasionally in the middle of the night sleeping on the blanket with his “guys”(as he called them).
Making the choice to put my buddy to sleep was the hardest decision of my life. I knew he had a lot of health problems but my life was going to feel empty without him. I chose to stay with him until the end so he would not be with strangers his last minutes of life and so I could say my final goodbyes. I cannot stand to part with his stuffed duck although it brings me to tears to see it. I know that I made the humane choice, but my selfish heart cannot stand the pain.
My love for him will go on forever.
With all the love in my heart,
| Alex |
| Angie Finch |