Saying goodbye to Killian was one of the most painful days of my life -- a tie with losing my dad. We were lucky to give Killian a dignified, peaceful way to Heaven. Even though I still feel him with me when I need him most, the pain is so gut-wrenching and the grief is so real.
When I came home, you ran to greet me. You sat behind my head when I was on the couch, and pressed your warm stomach against my neck. Often you licked my face with your sandpapery tongue like you were trying to scrape away stress.
Coming home daily to a pet that accepts our flaws and loves us unconditionally may be a source of enormous comfort and joy. And, for those of us who have not have children of our own our pets may have filled an emotional void, offering a fulfilling sense of family connection.
Three years can be a very long time and a very short time. It seems like only yesterday that Daddy was with me. It seems like a hundred years that he's been gone. And yet, he is here with me, every day.
It is clear that, come the time, I will do the right thing by my Scout. My baby. I will not let her suffer. We are told that we love our animals so much, we know when that moment is upon us. And we do the right thing. But how?