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.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear that Tara.. I know how hard it is to put down a dog. Reading your post immediately brought that sadness back and it's been 15 years since I did that!
Sounds like you did the right thing though.
:)
We lost our Kadee a few months ago. She was old, like Belle, and it was time for her to be put down. Even though we know it's time, it's very hard to say goodbye. Kadee was 14 years old.
We have been talking about getting another dog but Uncle David is hesitant. He doesn't want to feel the pain of saying goodbye to another fur child. I'm working on him, though. I think a new dog is just what he needs. After all, at our ages, a new dog will out live us both!
Post a Comment