Today sucks. Our dog, Sophie, recently became very sick, and after several days' discussion, my wife and I decided it best that we put her down. The decision was extremely difficult for us, but we felt it was the best decision for everyone. It's been a very difficult day. Sophie was our rescue dog that we adopted five years ago when she was four. She literally doubled in size her first year with us. She groaned deeply when you rubbed her ears, she breathed heavily, pushed her body up against you, stuck her enormous nose in your face, and all in all had an amazing personality. By no means was she an "easy" dog, but she was so friendly, and quick to make people fall in love with her. She was our little bird brain, old man, rock star.
Nicole and I both wanted to be there for her in the vet's office, which meant that we had to have the baby with us too. We brought our backpack and had her sit in there while everything happened. Exposing our daughter to the circle of life at 20 months hopefully won't screw her up forever. We told her Sophie was going to sleep, and to say goodbye. We left the room and Michelle looked at her, waved and said "Bah Bah".
Tough times.
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