Today was one of the worst days we’ve ever had as a family.
Today we had to put our beloved dog Vinnie down.
We are devastated, but I am very glad I had the foresight to get one last photo of Vinnie with the kids last night just in case.
Vinnie was the very best dog. He was so good. I made sure he heard that over and over as he faded away. I thanked him for everything he had done for us as a family and for me, personally. That dog was by my side while I learned to be a stay-at-home mom, he was at my side as I learned to run, and he protected us all from deliverymen and Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Damned if that isn’t a great dog.
This was the hardest decision Greg and I have made, and it was the hardest 30 minutes we’ve spent. We have mostly come to terms with the idea that it was the best decision for Vinnie, but yesterday I clutched at straws, spending hours searching the internet for help, for a way out, for something to convince us there was an alternative.
One person’s experience really resonated with me: “It was one last favor we could do for our friend.”
I think he was right.
But I miss my dog.