My dog is dying. Her name is Trixy and she is the sweetest thing. She is half dalmation and half cocker spanial/shitzu. She's got long, skinny legs and a big floppy tail. She's got the dalmation spots without all the height. She learned how to climb ladders all by herself one day. She was trying to follow me onto the roof while I was cleaning the gutters. So after that, it was always a job we did together. I had to help her down, of course. My mom was lucky when I picked her out of the kennel. She hardly ever barks, except when she's mad at our jack russel terrier or hears a scary noise.
She doesn't hear much anymore. And she often runs into walls and falls off of the couch. She really went down fast. My mom called me last night about putting her down because she looks like she's in pain. My bother's puppy playfully touched her with her paw and Trixy yelped. That can't be good. I made my mom promise that I be there when she falls asleep. I wasn't able to do that for Poochie and always regreted it. I don't want her to be scared. We're not sure when it'll happen, but my mom said the lasted we should wait is this weekend. I wish she could open her Christmas present this year, but maybe this is best. I just don't know yet.
I've had her since I was about 14 years old. That's over 11 years now. It's really hard saying goodbye to someone you grew up with. I'm not so sure I'll handle it too well.
