Friday, October 17, 2008
Yesterday was another day of sadness. My mom's little schnauzer doggie had to be put down. Misty was almost 14 years old and was still in pretty good physical shape. Until recently, she bounced around like a puppy. But she had been prone to spells that resembled an anxiety attack. Over the last couple of weeks these attacks became a constant thing. The veterinarian agreed that her quality of life had gone and we did it out of love for Misty and for the memory of the wonderful pet she had been. I was with her until the end. It was very peaceful and I was able to see the Misty that had been missing for so long. She will be remembered with much love.