We had Schatzi put down this morning. Lately, it's been a long, sad story of decline with her. She lost her sight about a year ago, and then her mind started to go. Doggie alzheimers isn't pretty. And she had a hard time going up and down the stairs. The past two weeks have been...heartbreaking. She has been her own worst enemy. And I have been putting it off. This morning, after a particularly rough night, I decided and went to the vet with her first thing. They were remarkably gracious and discrete. As few questions as possible. Sign here. Tell her she's a good dog and hug her for the last time. And now she's gone.
We will miss the snuggle bun. We will miss the tippity tap tap tap of her little toenails on the wood floor. We will miss the tummy rubs, our night time foot warmer, and the way she fit right under our arm, like a football, when we carried her around. We already miss the long walks with her younger self running at the head of the pack. And we will miss the comedy of her newly-acquired bumper-car navigation skills. So long, Wiener.