It is with deep grief that I must say our beloved LYLA is gone. Her health degraded quickly in the past couple of months. While the granddaughter wanted to hold out and pray for the best I had to convince her that we have to do what is best for the dog. She was tripping going up and down stairs and bladder control was lacking. When she refused to follow me down to the back field I knew it was time. Grand kid (17.5 years) held her while the needle was given.
Past family generations would have used a 22 and a shallow hole. In this case, the vet made it painless and let the kid grieve. She will get a nice urn with the ashes and a clay imprint of Lyla's paw.
Lyla will be my last dog. My ties to the house and property are almost gone.
The wheel turns.
Good bye, Lyla !
No picture, just great memories.