Well, this isn't exactly timely but on February 28th, we had our dog put to sleep. Her name was Dusty and she was 15 years old. She was definitely part lab and we think part German Shepherd. At least that was what we were told when we bought her but she was always seemed to small to have both of those breeds in her background. Doesn't really matter though - we only paid $40 for her.
She really always was a good dog though. She was obedient, very gentle and calm, and didn't perpetually try to run away. Unfortunately, she also always had bad allergies most of her life which caused her to bite fur off her back. In the past few years, she developed cataracts in her eyes and her hearing started fading. She still held up really well though. Despite her age, she always remained pretty lively and until her final few days, she had a good appetite. I think I'm actually glad I wasn't around for her last few days as I probably would have been a total wreck.
With her being 15, it seems like I should have been prepared for her to go and yet It still is incredibly sad. After all, I was only 5 when we got her so we really did grow up together. Ever since I moved away to college in September 2006, I was always expecting every time I saw her to be the last. Even so, it was still incredibly heartbreaking when my mom told me she had been put to sleep. I was still away at school at the time though so I guess the total impacts of her being gone didn't hit me. This past week though, I've been home for spring break and it's been rather strange and upsetting. So many times the house just feels empty. It seems like I'm constantly expecting to see her lying down somewhere in the house. I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually but it's so difficult to let go of a pet who's been around for the majority of your life, who really has become part of your family.
I'll miss you Dusty.
Here are some pictures (her eyes look demonic in all of them):
Her 14th birthday (8/25/06)