My dog Freckles is going to be put down today. She's 12 and has had problems with arthritis the last year or so, and the last week has been very tough for her. My dad is going to take her to the vet at 3pm today, and I was at least happy that I got to go see her on my lunch break, and tell her I love her, and that I'm going to miss her more than anything. I know it's the best for her, and she will no longer be in pain, but man this is tougher than I ever thought. I've had dogs before, but I was a lot younger when they passed, and I've never felt this much attachment to a dog before. I'm going to stay strong, but she was honestly the best dog I've ever had, and it will be empty when I go to my father's house without her.
Yes, she liked playing with gutter plastic drain thingys.
I don't normally do this stuff, but I need to get it off my chest.