I felt like Maddie had "told me" it was time. My wife and I were beside her when they gave her the injection and just before she passed she looked me right in the eyes. It was a look of concern to me. I still question whether I made the right call. I will never forget her looking at me because she was so lethargic otherwise. So many questions run through my head. I'm not saying this because of the second guessing. I know its probably not a "knowable" thing. I think I'm just trying to say how important our pets can be. Maddie was my best friend, peas and carrots... just so much fun to be with. I think I will always question whether I did the right thing or not. It doesn't matter. What does matter, to me, is that I still remember her, how awesome she was and the 12 years I was lucky enough to spend with her.

It took about a year living with Maddie (my wife's dog when we met) for me to understand theses lyrics by Bob Dylan. I remember hearing the song in the car and I remember looking at Maddie, she was probably 3 or 4 years old, and then the feeling of dread that washed over me with the thought of the time when she would no longer be with me.

"He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about
His dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves"