We are taking our old (13) yellow lab, Izzy, to the vet tonight to be put to sleep. She can no longer really use her back legs and because of this it is very difficult for her to go to the bathroom; tumors all over her body and it's just time.
She has been "my" dog since I was 10 years old, so this is very difficult for me. I'm going with my dad to the vet and will stay with her until she's gone. I couldn't bear the thought of her being alone in her last moments.
I AM very thankful that I have gotten to spend the last month or so with her since moving home from grad school; I was always afraid she would go while I was away at school. And I am thankful that she has had such a long, happy life; even now she is laying on the living room floor "smiling."
But this is the first dog I'm losing that really feels like mine. Roxy, our first lab, we had had since before I was born, but I was only about 8 when we put her down. Jake, our second, we put down my sophomore year of college, but I just never really made a good connection with him for whatever reason.
Trying very hard to remember the good. She would always cry when I came home from college because she was so happy to see me and would be my shadow for several days after that.
She is a good dog. I will miss her.
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