We lost a piece of our hearts on Tuesday when we had to have Petey put to sleep.
He wasn't ready to go yet, but his body was failing rapidly.
He fought the sleepiness of the first sedative that they gave him. He kept licking the tears off of our faces and talking to us in his grumbly grunty voice. He was trying to console us, drowning us in his big sloppy kisses, nuzzling us and leaning into us. So the vet had to give him a second kind of sedative before giving him the final shot.
He left us wearing his favorite blue dog coat with his head in Mark's lap and me laying on the floor curled around him the way we used to snuggle in bed every morning. We kept telling him it was okay to go, Wally was waiting for him, he could give Wally more bathes. We told him that Abby, Mick and Yoda were there too. We told him how much we loved him and would always love him and thanked him for being such a wonderful dog, for helping us raise two kids and saving our lives. And then he was gone, taking a piece of each of us with him.
We've had him since he was 5-1/2 weeks and he had something to say about everything. The silence is deafening.
Rest in Peace, Putter Dog. Petey Teufel Hunden Rauch
March 24, 1998 - January 20, 2009
Moral courage is the most valuable and usually the most absent characteristic in men ~ General George S. Patton, Jr.
She taking all the stars down from her sky to hang them up someplace new, where there's better weather and the sky's a different blue. ~ Autumn Fields