|
Comments -
Unsorted Comments
|
|
Written by tysdaddy
|
|
Tuesday, 15 September 2009 06:56 |
|
. . . this is never easy. Our family pet, a pug named Shadow that we've had for years, died a few weeks ago. She too had been having problems as-of-late, and we knew it wouldn't be long. Thankfully, she passed in her sleep one night and we were spared the drama of having to put her down.
My kids are 8, 10, 11, and 15, so they understood. We cuddled her, scratched her belly, fed her table scraps, knowing each time might be the last time. And it has helped that we had gotten another dog, another pug, about three months ago. The transition has been easier, though we miss Shadow's little yips during dinner, or the way her nails scraped the kitchen floor. We buried her in our backyard, something we can legally do in our area, and held a little remembrance ceremony. We cried. And then the kids found some rocks and made a headstone.
And we have chosen not to rent Marley & Me . . .
|
