but it still hurts anyway.
I had to put my best friend and loyal companion of 15 years down today. Her name was Harley, a chessie-husky mix. She had mostly chessie traits except for a husky/cat like dislike for deep water, but she went everywhere with me on many adventures. She even went on a goat hunt.
She was an awesome dog; obedient, affectionate and fiercely protective of her family. She started a slow physical decline around 3 years ago but remained vibrant and enthusiastic, until a few weeks ago.
A few days ago her hind end gave out for good. I tended to her but she wouldn't eat and only took a little water. This morning she was so weak I knew I had to face reality. We took her to the vet and at 3:42 she slipped away.
I laid on the floor and held my face to hers as she took her last breath. And I cried. I just hope someday I become the man my dog thought I was.
Thanks for listening