Goodbye to my friend

I had to euthanize my dog this week, she had numerous Mast cell tumors and was in kidney failure. I know it was the right thing to do, but that does not make it any easier. Her quality of life was declining, she wasn't able to walk very far and seemed to be having a hard time breathing.

It seems fitting that it began to pour down rain as we arrived at the veterinarian office. She was trying to walk as fast as she could and ended soaking wet by the time we got into the office. My wife and I got some paper towels and tried to dry her off as much as we could. I felt so bad that she had to spend the last few minutes of her life laying on the floor dripping wet.

The doc came in and explained what was going to happen, I apologized to my loyal friend, kissed her on the forehead and the doc began the injection. Within a few seconds Jazz was gone. I layed her head down, kissed her again and said my final goodbye.

I miss her every time I come home and she doesn't greet me at the door. I still find myself absently reaching down next to my chair to rub her head but she isn't there.