April 22, 1993 - November 28, 2007
Today, Mom and I went to the vet and put Belle down. It was hard. It was sad. It was time. She really had no quality of life anymore. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She whined a lot from pain. She shook at times from pain. She constantly had dermatological infections. She couldn't play anymore. She couldn't run anymore. She slept most of the day. Scratched all the time. Cried a lot.
It's different to think about death and dying in regard to a dog. But the loss of an attachment hurts no matter what form the attachment was in. I was blessed to have her in my life. She was a fun dog. A good dog.