We had to have our dear boy, Gordon, put down yesterday morning...what a gut-wrenching decision. I will spare you the long version of the story and just say that we had warnings for a few months that this day was coming sooner rather than later. Friday was not good and by yesterday morning it seemed to be time. I think we saved him from being in pain and he left with some dignity.
Both kids got home from college Friday night for Thanksgiving break and
we all spent the morning crying like babies...so much for staying strong so the dog doesn't feel like he's caused a problem. Not a problem for
Gordon, I'm guessing he just thought he was being a good buddy
letting us all cry and hug him.
We were blessed with him in our lives for almost 14 years. He was the sweetest, happiest, most mellow dog you could ever meet. He had the best smile, gave the best hugs and his fur could handle lots of tears. He got me through my parents each passing away. He helped me walk off 75 pounds. He got both our kids through school. He got me through getting them off to college. Now we all have to go through this without him.
He had four favorite things: food, tearing up stuffed toys, walking in the woods, and getting hugged and kissed. His age was probably equivalent to being 100 years old; I would tell him that I hoped I could greet old-age with the same joie de vivre as he did.
Godspeed, dear boy. Go, be well...we'll be ok.