I'm writing this
early because I won't be able to later ...
After over 13 years
of love, loyalty, and companionship, the time has come for us to say
goodbye to our beloved Sasha. I've been caught in a struggle between
my head, which is telling me it's the right thing to do, and my heart
which says we can keep looking after her for a while yet. We've known
this day would be coming but I haven't been able to acknowledge it.
Sasha's spirit is
still willing (and her 'attitude' is as apparent as ever) but her
physical ailments have significantly impacted her quality of life.
When I see her struggle to get up or hobble along for even a short distance or
groan with pain when we have to roll her over to sleep, I know the
time has come. When she looks at me trustingly with her big soft
brown eyes or tucks her head under my chin when I sit beside her on
the floor, my conviction wavers.
The wheels have been
set in motion, however, and I have to keep telling myself it's the
right decision. And yet ...
Come celebrate her
life ... (I had earlier written 'commiserate with me' but I think
it's more appropriate to remember how she's enriched our lives):
