Today was not great, my families 15 year old chocolate lab was put down. i found out last night that it was going to happen, and this morning i sent a text to my dad through tears asking if he would at least stay with him until the end. i couldn't call, i was crying too hard. this was dad's response:
I did and Bowser just fell
asleep @ 9:15. No more
seizures.
Why is letting go so hard? Bowser had seizures all his life, and was an overall awkward dog. He was afraid of heights. His ears were too short, and his bark was high pitched and annoying. He had an obsession with his metal bowl, and would spend hours banging it around in the back yard.
But he was faithful, and he loved us. I am pretty sure that dog would have gone to the moon and back if we had wanted him to, he loved to be given something to do. And would do just about anything to please. He did what every great dog does... he weasels his way into your heart, makes you mad and makes you forget again. He somehow knows when you are sad, and when you need space. He is a friend when you need one, and is still your friend when you get busy and forget about him.
I have grown up with dogs. Not just any dogs, but great ones that became a part of the family. They have taught me grace, patience and the importance of following through with things. I have loved them and lost them. And despite the tears I shed today, I will do it again. I will get a puppy, and make memories, laugh, love and lose again. But it is worth it.
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