In a little over an hour I’m taking my dog to the vet to be put down. The hardest part was coming to the decision. I’ve agonized over it for months and today I decided it was time. I thought I was ready but could hardly get the words out when talking to the vet. “How soon do you want to do this?” he asked. “As soon as possible.” And then I hung up and cried and I’ve been crying ever since. I took her for a walk, thought about all the things I’ll miss (and a lot that I won’t), and then had my son dig the hole.
She gets excited whenever I put the cage in the car. This time was no exception. She trusts me.
I will never own another pet in my life.