Thursday

At our house, our dogs are our other children. This past week we have made the decision to put our big yellow lab Truman down. At 13 yrs old(we think, he was rescued) his legs just aren't working the way they should. He is having a hard time walking up the steps and even walking around the house. This is a difficult decision. When we rescued him, he weighed 60lbs. You could see his ribs through his skin and he was SO unhealthy. We've had to really work with him to get him to go into a room, he still won't go near stairs and is scared of water(yes, a lab..scared of water) We had to earn his trust and it took a LONG time for that to happen. But over the years, we have fallen in love with him and he has become a part of our family.
Now that we've made this decision, every time I walk past him..I almost break down in tears. I keep making him eggs for breakfast, because my heart breaks looking into those big lab eyes as he lays on the floor watching me cook. He's ate better this past week than ever, because I feel so guilty. It will be sad, and I will cry(all of us will) but, it isn't fair to allow him to be in pain any longer. It doesn't make it easier!