Yesterday we had to put my husbands dog down. He's been with our family over 10 yrs. It was just time. He had many things wrong with him but they were all things he could live with. The problem we ran into is he became agressive when he felt the kids were in his space. I dont blame him. Hes old and didnt want them to mess with him, but I couldnt risk him overstepping boundaries and seriously hurting one of them. He's bitten twice now and it was only time before it happened again. I miss him so much all ready. I complained about him all the time and told myself I didnt like him. But deep down I loved him, we were buds. He was so annoying while I was trying to cook. He was always in the kitchen trying to get into everything. This morning while I made my sons lunch, I missed him annoying me. I know its better this way, he was hurting and old, now he is free. It still hurts. Goodbye old man.
