It's my turn to do one of these posts. Wednesday afternoon our cleaning lady sent us a text while at work to tell us our dog is dead. Sophie a miniature schnauzer I bought for my wife as an engagement gift 14+ years ago died. When I left the house she was sound asleep about 2 feet from the front door and apparently never really moved move than a couple of feet before taking her final nap. My youngest son (9) who in the last year has really taken to our younger (bigger) dog told us we had to have a funeral so I dug a hole in the back yard and buried her there. My youngest son then gave a eulogy which was really cute and touching. My oldest son (20) isn't home and is taking it a little hard as this is the first dog he has been there for the full life cycle from birth to death. All of that being said, I've felt this coming for at least the last 6 months however I'm a lot more emotional than I had expected. I woke up this morning and came downstairs and found myself looking for her pee and poop to clean up (yes the last couple of months her control has gotten pretty bad) and when I didn't find any I actually started to feel really sad.
thanks for for letting me get it off my chest, I feel a little better now.
thanks for for letting me get it off my chest, I feel a little better now.