She was almost eight, a black terrier mix, and when she was well she was the best dog (and the best friend) that anyone could ever ask for. The vet said she would have done the same for her dog (in fact, she had for one of her own dogs) and that I made right decision. The fact that it was I who made the decision still leaves me with a feeling of guilt, though, that my decision is the reason she's gone. But really, it's not. The tumour is the reason, and nobody caused that.
I'm trying not to think of her in the sad, scared, scary way she's been these past weeks, but rather at play in some vast field or running on the beach (she loved the water!). I like to think she's happy where she's gone.
She was our first dog. She won't be my last, probably, but it will be a while before I can devote time and energy to a dog again.
Roz was one of the best there is. She loved us and I think she knew we loved her. We're really, really going to miss her.
patchfire, I tried to call you to tell you, but I couldn't reach you and didn't just want to leave a message. *hugs*