We had to put our dog, Sadie, down on Sunday. It was one of the toughest decisions in my adult life. She'd stopped eating and drinking. Has been failing for months, but took a big turn for the worse on Saturday. By Sunday she couldn't get up and was severely dehydrated.
We had her for eleven years, and she was an adult when we adopted her from the pound. The vet had estimated her age at fifteen or older, so this wasn't a real shock. But it doesn't make it much easier.
She was a fluffy little border collie who was glad to meet everyone. We called her our little Wal-Mart greeter. We really miss her.
So it was a rough weekend, even though I got to ride my motorcycle to my writer's meeting - usually a double whammy of happiness.
Plus my computer is still not working very much. So I may not be around in the internet world often for the next month or so. Hopefully I can get it fixed.
Hope your weekend was better than mine.
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