Category: Memorials

Yesterday I put down my 11-year-old Doberman. Her legs were failing her that she could no longer walk without falling down. I feel awful right now, but I know it was the right thing to do, and as time goes by I know my heartache will hurt less and less. Now that she’s gone, every time I see something that reminds me of her, my eyes well up with tears. I haven’t felt this sad in a long time. I’m now undecided if I should throw out her favorite toys and any reminders of her, or not. I knew I didn’t want…