I dreaded this day my entire life. I walked in the house today and for the first time in 13 years, my dog did not greet me. That’s because I had to have her put down yesterday. She had lost control of her back legs due to arthritis, and she had a recurrent skin infection that resulted in open wounds on her inner and outer thighs. She was miserable and she was in pain, so I made the decision that I prayed I would never have to make, and chose to end her suffering in the most humane way possible.
It seem so surreal now because I still think she’ll be there when I come home, but she’s not and I am a wreck. I just hope time heals all wounds because right now, I feel that I can’t go on without my baby. She was the light of my life. Just looking at her always brought a smile to my face.
I was with her until the very end, along with my parents and my brother. At least now she can be the energetic lively dog
she was in her younger years.