On Sat, 18 Oct 2008 11:24:14 -0500, Vic Smith
wrote:

Damn. Never did it before.
Vet squeezed the syringe, and she was gone in 15 seconds, eyes open,
not a sound.
I won't have another dog I can't keep outside and let die when they
say so. I don't want to make the decision for them.
She was only about 12 years old, and the muscles in her hips were
almost gone. A big mutt. Smartest dog I've seen.
The meds didn't seem to slow down her deterioration.
She was ****ing in the house, and couldn't walk good.
Sure, they say dogs don't show the pain, so you have to put them down.
Doesn't matter. She didn't want to go.
I killed her. It ain't right.
Damn, I miss her.

--Vic

PS. Here's a poem my wife found and put in the back of the scrapbook she
made for me. If it makes you cry a little, that's OK. It makes me cry every
time I look at the scrapbook. Read it slowly.

http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm
--
A Harry Krause truism:

"It's not a *baby* kicking, beautiful bride, it's just a fetus!"
[A Narcissistic Hypocrite]