They Will Look for You, But You will not Come...
On this day, September 12th, 2007, our last dog, Friendly, is being put down -- possibly even as I write this. It's the same situation as Lady -- healthy and still full of life, yet all but crippled in the back end. The family decided to give him a peaceful death before his life becomes a string of endless suffering.
I knew Friendly from the time that we adopted him some 10 or 12 years ago. Considering he's been with us for that long, it's hard to envision the Radcliffe household without his toenails clicking on the hardwood. We tell ourselves that it's for the best, but it doesn't help all that much when you have to say good-bye to a member of the family.
I'm sad, but comforted in the knowledge that he lived a good life, and will die peacefully and painlessly.
We'll all miss you, Friendly.
(Sadly, I have no picture...trust me when I say he was cute.)
I knew Friendly from the time that we adopted him some 10 or 12 years ago. Considering he's been with us for that long, it's hard to envision the Radcliffe household without his toenails clicking on the hardwood. We tell ourselves that it's for the best, but it doesn't help all that much when you have to say good-bye to a member of the family.
I'm sad, but comforted in the knowledge that he lived a good life, and will die peacefully and painlessly.
We'll all miss you, Friendly.
(Sadly, I have no picture...trust me when I say he was cute.)