|My youngest son with Buddy at the ranch this past Fall.|
We had to say good-bye to our beloved Buddy today. It was his time to go. He would be 14 this Spring. He couldn't stand up anymore and he had stopped eating. So we took him in to the vet and let him go to sleep gently and peacefully in our arms. My tears soaked the top of his head as my husband closed his eyes for the last time.
On the way home from the vet clinic, my husband declared angrily "This is the part I hate! It makes me never want another dog!"
"It makes me ache for another dog to take his place," I said quietly.
After a pause, he sighed and said, "I'll probably feel differently after a couple of weeks".
But I do understand how he feels. It is painful, and it makes you want to avoid the possibility of ever being hurt again. But I need my furry friends - they give me comfort. It's worth the risk.
At least we still have our sweet Sugar.
And curmudgeon cat Ted.
We love them :)