Colt giving Snoop kisses all day yesterday. Somehow, he know that I was going to take her to the vet today to get put to sleep. Yes, she’s a girl named Snoop but I named her when I was really little.
She was 16 years old, couldn’t see, hear, or move much, and this past week she stopped eating and drinking. Vet said she had a heart problem too, so it was her time to go. I did really well for the whole visit but I lost it in the car driving on the way home looking at her blanket without her in it and remembering the last 16 years of my life. I’m okay now.