But my dog died on Wednesday night.
She was 12 years old. After a few month of not really eating and losing her pep, her organs shut down and she died at home in the evening.
And I am a poor, weak excuse of a man because I received a phone call about an hour before she died telling me she was on her way out and I had one last chance to see her and say goodbye. I skipped the chance, thinking I couldn’t handle the sadness.
You know how we put human emotions upon animals, which they may or may not have? I can’t help but feel she would have loved it if I had come over, sat with her, and let her head rest on my lap as she went to that final sleep. Luckily, she was surrounded by those who loved her in my stead.