This dog has faithfully followed me anywhere I would let him for seventeen years. I wanted him for the kids. Turns out he's more my dog.
It is not just the end of him, but the end of an era. He holds the memories of my children and of our home.
I have kept all his secrets, and he has in turn kept all of mine.
His decline, it has been steady over the last months... usually after a few bad days he will perk up, but the perk ups are fewer and father between. I keep thinking of Tommy Shelby in the Peaky Blinders who had to put his horse down and his kids were so upset with him. "Sometimes death is a kindness." he replied to them, and now I know this is truth.
