The Loss of a Pet

When my grandmother passed away my family took in her two dogs, a poodle named Zoey and a bichon named Gracie. Now these dogs were pretty old when we took them in but on July, 22, we had to put Gracie down. It was hard for us because Gracie was very special to my grandmother.

Gracie was nearly 15-years-old when we had her put down, which in dog years she was about 95. Gracie had never gotten over the death of my grandmother, nor did she get used to the fact that she was permanently living in a different home. When Gracie was younger, she was super friendly and loving. For the last year, however, Gracie didn't want to be near any of us. If you tried to pet her, she would just duck and run away. Gracie also seemed to be depressed. She was always crying and begging for a treat, to go out, or come back in. Worst of all, she was constantly getting me up at night to let her outside. So my family decided to finally put her down. It wasn't easy, we said our goodbyes to Gracie by giving her one last hug and kiss before my dad took her to the vet. There was a little comfort to know that when my father took her to the vet, he was told that he was doing the right thing.

While I'm glad that Gracie is now in peace, it does make me pause and think about my other dogs, Zoey and Maddie. Maddie is a poodle as well, and Zoey's older half sister. Maddie is about 14 and Zoey is 12. Both dogs have health issues, Maddie is nearly blind and deaf while Zoey is clearly not as active as she was when she was younger. It saddens me to think that any day could be the last for my dogs.

How is it that dogs are able to take such a huge section in their owners' hearts. Though they do not live all that long, we come to love them so deeply. I don't know, but as one who always had a dog growing up, I can't image not having one. I hope that other dog owners will understand what I mean.

I'm Colin and these are the ramblings of a guy in his twenties.