at6
1st Sergeant
At 4:20 PM today my little foster dog, Trixie was put down. She basically lost her battle with Cryptosporidia after several months of various antibiotic treatments. she was in every way my dog even if she was legally the shelter's dog. If I seem a little off in my wording and spelling, it is because right now I'm drinking the sorrow away. Everything humanly possible was done to restore her health to no avail. I loved her to the very end and was with her as they gave her the final injections telling her how loved she was and that she was worth every bit of the work I had put into her care. Even though I had her for 11 months, it is as if I had had her for the full 15 years of her life in my heart. As I cleaned her bowl for the last time tonight I couldn't help crying as I miss her so much. Sorrows know no end and if asked to do it again. I would. The only reward is knowing that she was loved and that I did as much ads possible to the very end. I was with her at the last telling how much she was loved and how valued she would always be. People may not believe that little dogs understand, but they know more that we can ever give them credit for. All I can say is that given the opportunity is do it it if if you van because even if the sorrow seems overwhelming, you gave a little old dog all that they could ever hope for with love and care. Thank you reading this even if it a bit long.