March 16th, 2009

Sister Slam

Angel

Our sweet old golden retriever will be going to Dog Heaven in about 2 hours. We've called the vet. Poor Angel has gone severely downhill the past few weeks, and today has been really bad. She couldn't get up to walk inside, so our 18-year-old carried her, and my heart is breaking as she trembles on the floor beside me. We're all a-blubber in this house tonight.

We got Angel as a beautiful blonde puppy when Zach was in kindergarten. Zach's now 18 and about 6' tall. Angel's 14, and the best dog ever. Good natured and loveable, loyal and true. Best. Dog. Ever.

My Dad adores our dog, and he's outside in our backyard now, helping to dig the grave. He's 78. My brother's here, too. Everybody wanted to say their goodbyes and to help. We've never had to make this decision before, and it's been a difficult one.

May she run with abandon and joy in Dog Heaven. Here's Angel's sweet face in a picture I took today. Even in the midst of her pain, she tried hard to thump her tail.