Had to put our dog to sleep today.
I cried like a baby. She was 15 years old, but we weren't ready. We missed a memorial service for our friend and her daughter to take our Beagle/Shi-tsu-poo to the emergency vet. She passed in my arms. I know we did the right thing for her, but mercy does this suck.
A right emblem it may be, of the uncertain things of this world; that when men have sold them selves for them, they vanish into smoke. ~ William Bradford
I finally realized that Life is a metaphor for Fly Fishing.