Today I am mourning the loss of my shadow of the past nearly 16 years. Last night my dog, yet in many ways still a puppy, was put to sleep. It was the right thing to do because yesterday he was no longer able to walk and was frightened. Even though on medication, his lungs had filled with fluids. During the day, the vet had given him two shots of the medication that usually cleared his lungs, but this time it just didn’t work. So, last night I arranged to meet the vet and we put him down.

Sometimes doing what we know is the best thing to do is still so painful. I already miss Muppet terribly and the tears just keep flowing today. My tears remind me of the tear flowing from his eye last night just before I took him into the vets. The vet checked him over well and said that he wasn’t in any pain and for that I am thankful, but apparently he was just distressed over not being who he had been the many years previously.

My tears are for what had been in the past when Muppet had so much energy. People who came to visit were surprised that he was always glad to see them but then he would bark at the door as they were leaving. Maybe he was trying to keep them here. I always said a burglar would feel welcome and then shocked to be barred from leaving the house. And now, the moose won’t have to feel threatened by that six pound ball of fur barking and chasing it down the road. Fortunately for him, the only moose he chased off we already leaving the area. Moose can be feisty creatures when they feel threatened.

Well, for today, this is my blog. I will miss Muppet very much but am also thankful that he isn’t in distress anymore.

Till next time….