My dog

On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the …

…also knew that his time was up and it was the best thing for him. As the Vet shaved his paw, he told us it would take less than three minutes. He began to inject the serum into his veins. We all began to cry. As the salty tears were rolling down my face, I began to feel a peace. His head laid still upon my lap with no life left in him, just memories.