We’re off to the vets to see our dear dog Cassie for the last time. She’s been failing in recent months, and took a sudden turn for the worse a couple days ago.
The hardest part of having a wonderful pet is always making the hard decisions at the end, and the better the dog, the harder the decision. Cassie’ vet is a sweet dog-loving person (she has an Aussie), and when she suggested it was time, it just confirmed what I already knew.
Still, it’s hard, for me anyway. She was a great dog, right to the end.
I know it’s the right thing to do, but it breaks my heart, nevertheless…