Sorry for your loss Reg. As I read this thread I am reminiscing about my dog, Chubby.
He was a beautiful golden coloured, straight haired, cocker spaniel. A smart dog, a lazy dog, a grumpy dog, but my dog. As he got older he started to snap at people and bite without warning, but still he was my dog. Then one night it became clear that he was just too tempermental to keep around. He was seeking attention from my mom and she began to pet him but he got mad and bit her, drawing blood. Mood swings aside, he was still a great dog. He was a part of the family. The decision was hard to make, but it was the right one to make. I will always remember my last night with him. I will always remember him sitting at the top of the stairs, watching me through the door windows as I pulled out of the carport. It was just like every other day, except I knew it was the last time I would see him. That was one of the hardest moments of my life. It has been 7 years now and I still miss him.
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