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While this isn't something I want to post about, I'm doing it just for the closure and for when I look back on it, my own personal memory. Last week on Wednesday, my mom told me that they had to put Tucker down. They drove to the SPCA, gave a brief history and what was going on with his health, wrote a check out for a donation and when asked if they wanted to be there for the procedure, said no. My mom told me that while it was upsetting for both of them, my dad was especially sad.
I'm not... happy, by any means, but I'm okay with it, and only because I knew Tucker was suffering. I'm at peace because he's no longer in pain. It just breaks my heart that I took for granted saying goodbye back in 2006, and that I wasn't able to make it back in time.
That dog was my best friend for twelve years...