After over 15 years of love, fun and devotion, the time has come for my dear old greyhound to gain her wings.
I am devastated. She is all I have. We live alone together. I am at peace about the whole choice to let her go as she is frail and it is time, and how it will happen. But I am struggling with the concept of never seeing her again. Never feeling her soft ears, tickling her neck, hearing her chatter her teefies. Kicking me in the back in bed, or hearing her tappy nails on the floor downstairs.
I will even miss smelling her farts after hearing the air brake noise her bum makes 😅
Please tell me about your bridge dogs. I would like to know who she will be meeting tomorrow. She will outrun your dogs, and nick their toys.