That's what I had to do this past week with my Cindy. I've written about her in this blog many times.
She was a great dog, and a great friend. I always lamented that she wasn't cuddly and full of face licks. But she had her own way of expressing her love and devotion. She was a nudger.
In her glory days, she could run very fast and pull me down the street if she wanted to.
In her last couple of years she lost her eyesight and lost weight. But she always had her happy spirit, and was a trooper until the very end.
The Vet and her staff was wonderful and caring, and helped us through it.
I really do hope all dogs go to Heaven. My dad always joked that when she got there, she'd tell all the other dogs about all the treats and scraps she got daily. And they would think she was lying. But it was true. He is lost without giving half of all his cookies to her. Not to mention table scraps.
I have lots of free time now that I'm no longer walking and feeding my pup. I don't want another dog anytime soon.
Goodbye Cindy--I love you! Wish I could hear you bark incessantly one more time.
