Absolutely unbelievable, my friend. Made me tear up. I say it again ... what am amazing heart! Bless you.
Our Flair was 16-1/2 when she passed. She'd finally gone blind a few months before. We couldn't let her go - and couldn't do what we needed to. When we finally did ... it was like a part of me - us - went with her. We had her put down in our home. On her bed. With Kobe and Charlie near her.
In 2005, my wife and I were walking Flair in a near-by neighborhood and this Airedale puppy came running down to a fenceline we were near. We stopped to talk to his owner - she was *90*! Long story short, my wife and Marge became like daughter and mother and Sam became an honorary part of our pack. My wife would go to Marge's home every night after work and walk Sam - who was just the sweetest, goofiest boy every created in fur.
Last July, Marge passed away at age 101 and we adopted Sam, who was 11. He'd been her best friend and caretaker his entire life. He got to be a dog, in our pack, for six weeks. But six weeks to the day Marge passed away, Sam followed her. He had an enlarged heart no one was aware of until ten days before he died. Putting him down was as bad as losing Flair.
Anyway ... a tip of my glass of Pepsi to the good times ... and to living like our dogs ... in this moment and nowhere else!
