My family put my dog down today. It's been coming for a long while (we probably should have done it a long time ago), but today was finally the day.
I have plenty of friends who think I'm strange for loving dogs/my dog so much, but I don't think one really knows the bond that a pet can give you unless you have owned one yourself and really experienced the joy that they can bring into your life. But Lilly has lead a ripe life and it's time for her to go.
My pooch has been around for all my life. And I cannot remember my life before we got her (she was 17 & I'm 19), so I'm a little sad right now (meaning my headache is throbbing from crying at the office). But I can't help but be happy at how full my life has been with her and how glad I am that I have lead a life loving a dog. My appreciation for their unequivocal love started young, and will continue to bless my life in more ways than one (dog (joke? not joke?)).
RIP Lillers. I'll miss ya.
Pardon the last gremlin picture, but it is too funny to pass up.
I'm going to watch "All Dogs Go To Heaven" now. Because THEY DO.