We had to put our dog down yesterday, so things have been pretty melancholy around here today.
He wasn't old--not quite seven, actually--and he was the most perfect dog we ever could have dreamed of.
Would you believe, of all the things you may have to put a dog down for, we had to put him down because of allergies? Not our allergies, or our kids' allergies, but his own. You'd think I have allergies down to a fine science by now. We tried all sorts of different allergy medications, grain-free diets, steroids shots, etc. But nothing worked, and it got to the point where he was scratching all of his hair off and making himself bloody. He was too good a boy and too loyal a companion for us to let him live with that suffering.
So forgive me if I'm not feeling very creative today.