(Wo)Man's Best Friend
Today is the anniversary of the day I was forced to put my dog down. I was devastated because I'd had her for 14 years (almost to the day). I'd gotten her one month after I got married to The Asshole) and she was VERY much my baby. She was a Chow/Collie mix and was so disciplined and really just never gave me a single milisecond of trouble. I could always just lay her leash down and she'd just sit right beside me, no matter what was going on around us. She'd go NUTS if a man came into the house, though. I don't think she'd have bitten anyone, but it scared them all enough to not even come in until she was put away in another room. But her arthritis was so bad that even the R!madyl wasn't working anymore. That loss still hurts today. Alot.
Scruff... she was about a year old here.
I've got another one of these sad dates in June. I don't know why I choose to remember these dates, because they are still so painful to me. Whiskey's death is probably stuck in my head because of how horrible it all was.