Max 1993-2005
Well, we finally had our dog put to sleep this morning. He had lived double the lower end of his life expectancy and I was hoping he would make it longer, but he's clearly been suffering lately and it would have been cruel to let him go on. My mind keeps trying to betray me by making me feel like he could have just snapped out of the funk he was in, but I'm pretty sure (and Jesus do I hope) that we did the right thing. I'm upset that he couldn't have had another snack of our leftover pizza crusts before he died, though. I really need to end this entry now so I don't spend the day crying at work. Goodbye Max. You were the best dog I could have hoped for.