Today we made the final decision to put Q to sleep. Oh, we had made the trip to the vet several times before. But we always came home with more medications, more dosages, pain killer prescriptions called in to Wal-Mart. Scroll through my blog for lots of Q stories. It is too unbearable to post any of the the last few week's worth of pictures.
He was our buddy, our puppa-roos, Alan's best bud. He loved us unconditionally and gave us the meaning to real acceptance. We spent more money on him than on ourselves. We went into debt for his TPLO surgeries, (yes, 2 of them), agonized over his health, took vacation days just for him, and made sure his training was exemplary so he would be loved and accepted most places. Our only wish would have been to erase his pain and extend his life longer than is 9+ years.
We love you Q, our hearts are aching tonight and will for a long time to come.
WHERE TO BURY A DOG
There is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you
call....over the dim frontiers of death, and down the
well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though
you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl
at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People
may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by
his footfall...who hear no whimper; people who may never
really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know
something which is hidden from them, knight is well worth
the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the
heart of his master.
--Author Unknown
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