Taking my dog in last night was hard. I had never done that before and I really didn't quite know what to expect. The vet has treated him since he was a puppy, so it was almost as hard for him as me, but he confirmed that I was doing the right thing and that the time had come.
Afterward I brought him home and my H had prepared a spot for him by my main flower bed, next to some beautiful roses that one of the boys had given me for mothers day one year. It was snowing pretty heavy and was cold. H spent a good amount of time making sure that he was arranged with his little blanket, then we just covered him up.
Then we came inside and had a couple of good stiff drinks.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
