Hard Decisions

Today is a beautiful day, but I am sitting here crying. Tomorrow will be worse.

16 years ago, when my daughter was 3 years old, she picked a female beagle pup from a litter for my parents, and named her “Freckles”. She (the pup) was supposed to be my dad’s new hunting partner. We lost Dad later that year, and Freckles became Mom’s Best Friend. We’d had beagles before. Joi died at the age of 7 due to pneumonia. We had to let Tippy go at the age of 12 due to cancer.

Freckles is 16. That is the equivalent to an 87-year-old human. She has trouble with her hips and her eyesight. She has fallen down the stairs many times these past few months.  She has fallen walking around the yard, and walked into things. She recently stopped showing interest in her bubbles, her treats, and company.

It is time to let her go with comfort and grace. There are now veterinarians who will come to your home, so the last sight the pet will have is their beloved humans in a familiar setting. It is still going to be so hard to let her go to the Rainbow Bridge, but her love and devotion to this family deserves, no DEMANDS nothing less. Kidling is sure Poppy (my Dad) will be waiting for Freckles at the Bridge, along with Tippy and Joi, and she’ll be able to chase the bubbles once again.

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About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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