Sunday, August 12, 2007

My Dog Swabie

I had to do by far the most painful thing today. Put down my dog of 16 years. It was so hard to see her go but I know she is in a much better place now. Playing with all of the other dogs in the big park in the sky.

I got her when she was only 4 months old. My parents made a deal with me that if I kept my room clean for a month I could get a dog. Needless to say my subsequent rooms have never been clean that long since.

I had so very many fond memories of the little furball. From playing ball with her to taking her on road trips. All were such fond memories and brought a smile to my face yet made it that much more difficult to see her go.

She had been going down hill for months now. She had gone deaf and blind about a year ago but was still full of 'piss and vinegar' However yesterday she stopped eatting and breathing irradically. Letting us all know it was time.

I held her for hours today and petted her and let her know everything was going to be all right. And cried over her as they uthenized her and she took her final breath. The conflict of emotions tearing me apart. Did she want to go...did I do the right thing...will she be happier in her new home... How I hated to see her pass.

The family burried her right afterward in one over her favorite places on the property with her favorite toys, blankets, and treats. As we closed the lid on the makeshift coffin tears rained down from all of us. One last pet on the cheek to our favorite four legged friend. A sweetheart in the truest definition of the word. A dog that trusted more than any other, that loved more than any one.