I find the house very quiet this morning. There is no "clicky-clack" of toe nails following me down the hall to the kitchen. There is no cold wet nose on my knees as I try to go to the bathroom in peace. I don't have to feed him or let him out and there is no "single" bark to signify that he wants back in. There was no one to share the last bite of my breakfast this morning or lick my plate clean last night. No one to give the fatty parts of my steak to and I felt like it was a waste to throw them away. I don't have to put a blanket on our nice leather couch before I leave to get my nails done today. (So he won't try to "nest" and scratch the leather.) I don't have to put gates up in the bedroom doors so he won't get into the baskets. This morning when I took the trash out I didn't have to worry about shutting the front door so he wouldn't get out. There was no one waiting on the bed last night for his tummy rub before we went to sleep. There was not 4 feet kicking me at 3am because he was dreaming of chasing some backyard animal. There was no one to stare at me to wake me this morning because he wanted to be fed.
I know I did the right thing to end his suffering and you would think that I would not miss all the annoyances that I listed above. But you would be wrong....I miss my boy very much.
Below is a scrapbook that measures 6" x 6" that I did a number of years ago and I am very glad I have it now. I know some of you may think that he was only a dog but it's not true. He wasn't a dog at all... he was my best friend and he loved me no matter what.
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