We had to put our sweet dog, Pockets, to sleep last night. It was so hard. It's hard explaining this to children. It's so hard seeing the tears in their eyes and trying to make them understand that it is for the best. It's impossible to explain to a 6 year old that we won't visit her in a cemetary and that cremation doesn't hurt.
It's hard watching your dog suffer, yet not being able to make that final decision, the inevitable and the necessary. She was in so much pain and it was evident in her walk, her personality and mostly, her beautiful big brown eyes. I'm at peace with it now, but it's tough. Tears still come, and I imagine they will for a while. Our little dog, Lulu, is confused. She keeps looking around. Where has her buddy gone, she wonders. She, I'm sure, senses our sadness as we all hug her a little more tightly.