Six and a half years ago I had to help my Brandy to the bridge.
About two and a half months before she died, her hip dysplasia finally caught up to her and she lost the use of her back legs. So I designed built her a wheelchair.
Together we walked about 30 miles in two months with that wheelchair. If it had wheels she loved it!
Finally, after Brandy had a couple of bad nights in a row and I had to make the hardest decision I ever made.
Since her first visit as a puppy, whenever she went to the vet, she had to give the doctor a kiss, even up to the last visit. I stayed and she died with my arms around her. Even though it was the hard, I'm glad I stayed, not only for Brandy's sake but my peace of mind as well.
The day after, I was sitting in front of my computer trying hard to distract my self when in back of me from Brandy's favorite spot, I heard a quiet thump and a sigh. With out realizing it, I said "OK Brandy I wont be much longer".
Then I turned around and started crying all over again. Even after all this time I still get a tear in my eye thinking about her. Although, I have another golden, Brandy will always be in my thoughts.