Just when you think that your week can't get any worse, your best friend dies. Moppett was a shelter dog that we got about 12 years ago. She quickly became MY dog and followed me everywhere, loved to go in the car and was never more than 3 feet from where ever I was.
In the past year she has gone almost completely blind and was losing her hearing but she was happy, knew where everything was in the house and outside so life was good. She was always happy to see me when I came home and no matter what my day had been her excitement of having you there made everything all right.
I knew for a few weeks that she wasn't doing as good as she had been and knew that it was just a matter of time before I would have to make a very hard decision as to when life wasn't "good" anymore and I couldn't stand it if she were to suffer.
It has been so cold and so much snow that I have had to carry her down the stairs to go do her business in the yard but I didn't mind.
She acted like she needed to go so I got my coat and carried her down the stairs and when I put her down she collapsed. I picked her up and held her for the rest of her life which fortunately for her was only a couple of more minutes.
I held her and cried for my loss, but am grateful that she had enjoyed a wonderful life with us and I am forever grateful to her for her unconditional love.
Bye Moppie, I Love you!