Saying goodbye is never easy. Today was one of those days when it was necessary to bid farewell to a good friend.
Probably tougher than it was on us, it was harder for Tony who has watched the recent decline in his constant companion.
She's been with him since the day he arrived as a nine-week old puppy who wanted nothing more than to play with and lie next to his big sister for the past five years.
His surrogate mother, nursemaid, friend, playmate and bunny- chasing pal left for Heaven today.
For a couple of weeks she's been unable to walk after a few months of needing help to get up and get outside. We've been dragging her around on a comforter to whatever room we happen to be occupying. Otherwise, she let us know with her constant barking that she was not happy to be left behind.
Our veterinarian is a kind, compassionate man who has cared for Cookie for the past fifteen years. I do not envy his task in this part of his practice. But it is done and as we made our way back home with reddened eyes and sore noses, we did not look forward to breaking the news to Tony.