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The last dog we had to put down was a little Yorkshire Terrier named Pebbles. Yeah, I know, nice dog, does it come in men's? Anyway, we got her when I was 13 or 14, and for some reason, she really bonded with me. She was in such bad shape when we finally had to set her free. She was having seizures, was blind, her windpipe had collapsed. Everything was a mess. The day we took her in there, and put her on the table, I am convinced she knew it was her time, and she perked up as best she could, and started giving us kisses as fast as she could. It was like she knew, and she was thanking us for letting her misery end. And interestingly with her, my parents had a younger dog that would also lead her around the yard by bumping her with his body, to keep her from losing her way. He was a total spazz alone in the yard, but with her, he was patient as a saint, like he was respecting his elder.

I have always been convinced dogs are more emotionally connected to people than they are given credit for. Almost like they have some sort of telepathic connection with their owners. My parents who are looking after my Daschund right now, says she runs to the door and stares at it and waits 5 minutes before I even show up... even if it is completely unannounced. My mother texted me last week, and asked if I was on my way over, because the Molly was at the door... I was 2 km's away, on my way to pick up my chop saw. I have a recurring elbow problem from dislocating it a couple times when I was younger, and whenever it flares up, she will always try and lick the exact spot where the pain is.

You cannot explain things like this, and it makes you wonder how truly special dogs really are, beyond what we know.

And my condolences, I am sure Jade is sniffing only the best leaf piles and telephone poles in Doggy heaven.