On April 14, 2018, my dog turned 16. This was also the day I had to put her down. Riddled with cancer, arthritis, and old age, she was in pain. I was given a half a day notice and slept with her that night. And she allowed it. I think she knew what was coming because she never does that. The morning of, I took her on a walk where she met new people. She loves people. I gave her a birthday cake safe for dogs and played her Happy Birthday on the piano.
When it was time, I cried and held her as tight as I could, closely listening to her snoring and beating heart.
I can't help but feel as if I stole her life from her.
Even when we put her in the car she kept smiling. I love her so much
Spot. You are my best friend. I just want you back so badly. I hope you're smiling up there. Is heaven real? Tell everyone I said hi.
I hope she's having fun up in heaven
