We had to put our little girl, Pip, down today.
We loved Pip very much, although we only had her two months.
She was so homely looking that she was cute.
She had the biggest ears you've ever seen.
Big brown eyes & smelly breath.
She loved food & danced around in circles at meal time.
She loved chasing Moneypenny & sleeping in 007's bed.
She loved to think she was a fast runner on walks, although one of my steps equalled four of hers.
She liked to wiggle around on the floor to itch her back.
There was more than one instance where we thought maybe we needed to give her back to the Woman we had got her from.
But every time we considered it, talked about it, cried about it (on my end)- we felt like we needed to keep her.
After very quickly losing her sight and a lot of her hearing- we began Vet visits and each one showed that she was getting progressively worse.
So, today. Was the day.
We're both absolutely heart broken.
We've been asked why we adopted a Dog that was so old.
We've been told that we didn't really love her, because we thought about giving her away. (When we thought someone else could take care of her better)
But, despite what everyone says or thinks they know.
We loved Pip very much.
We're one member of the Family less today- and we miss her.