On Saturday my husband came downstairs and found Kramer, our dog. He had passed away during the night. Kramer had sort of been in Hospice in the kitchen. He had gotten to the point where he really couldn’t walk; in fact he couldn’t really stand much that last day. So I would carry him outside, which wasn’t an easy task being that he weighed over 55 lb. But, 3 or 4 times a day I would carry him outside.
We all tried to get him to eat and drink. I would feed him anything he would eat. The last couple of days his diet consisted of a chicken nugget, pizza and a peanut butter sandwich. Sounds like a lot, but he only ate a bit of each. He had run out of energy.
I miss him terribly, there’s no one following me around the house anymore. But, he was very miserable the last couple of weeks so I know he’s gone to a better place. And, since we didn’t have to make the decision to put him to sleep I know it was his time to go.
I know this is not the most up beat topic, but it’s part of the reality of life. As pet owners we know we’ll outlive our pets and while they’re here they’ll truly be our best friends. We love them and then have to let them go. It’s worth it, don’t you think?