Today I carried out the decision I made two days ago, and had my Martha put to sleep. My beautiful, loving dog, friend and companion for twelve wonderful years, sickened on the 9th of this month, and went steadily and quickly downhill. The most likely explanation, given all the symptoms, was cancer. Each trip to the vet taxed her to the point of exhaustion; she stopped eating, she wouldn't walk anywhere I didn't coax her. The vet didn't offer hope, and I couldn't see her suffer any longer. Was it less than two weeks? I seems like a lifetime.
I don't believe in heaven, but if there is one, and if I'm lucky enough to get there, I know I'll be greeted by big brown eyes, a laughing doggy smile, and a waving tail. I'd check in with family and friends, of course, but to have Martha at my side again will be all I'll need.
World's Cutest Puppy
Before she grew ears
She grew ears!
Beggin' for a "buttrub".
Ready to play.
Are those turkeys out there?
Nap time with Charlie.
Beautiful Girl
Thank you for being part of my life, Sweetheart. Run free!