Life is hard.
Our 11-year old lab mutt, Hank, had to be put down this past week. Hip dysplasia and arthritis. Pain that, even with painkillers, would never go away. As difficult as it is for us to be without him, euthanasia was the kindest thing to do.
But it was hard. Hard to say yes to euthanasia, hard to hold him as he peacefully died, hard to walk out of the vet’s office with an empty collar.
RIP Hank. You were a faithful companion and a quirky canine, and you are much missed.
That’s Hank on the left: