Goodbye, Coho
We had to put our old dog to sleep today. Not the most fun to be had on a Tuesday morning, but it beats continuing to watch her fade away. She couldn’t stand, couldn’t walk, had to be placed in front of her food bowl to eat and had no control over her bowels. The only thing keeping her alive was the snow and frozen ground. With the latest thaw, we were finally able to dig a grave. About time, too. I don’t know that she was suffering, since there really didn’t seem to be anything left of her mentally, just a body that refused to die while the eyes went blank and various functions slowly shut down.
Tonight we’ll hold a funeral for her, say the final goodbyes and try to remember as she used to be. We miss you, Coho!
