There are two ways of looking at this, I guess. We adopted her from the shelter when she was around 2 years old. She soon became a member of the family, welcoming us home with a rousing "woo woo WOOO!" (translation - we're all here! Ain't it great?"
. Dropping a green tennis ball into the hole you just dug for a new plant in the raised bed to make sure you remember what's really important out in the backyard (play with ME!). She also used to lay on her side and roll her tennis ball around and around between her paws, never seen a dog do that before.
And it feels as if you're putting your own child to sleep when that terrible day comes. I know that seems a bit over the top to those who actually have children, but the bond feels that strong to me, anyway.
On the other hand, it's not too difficult to imagine the wonderful friends that someone may have enjoyed for a short lifespan that are euthanized daily across the land, and with no comforting lap to lay their head in their final moments.
There's that lump, again.
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