Right after I got married to my wife I picked her up a choc lab pup. I named him Fender. And he was heavy as a chevy. We had to put him down today. His quality of life was nothing close to what it was before. Old age, hip/leg deterioration and strange neurotic issues.
Now I expected my wife to be balling all over the place, thats cool, it was truely her dog anyways. But man did I feel like a little girl, all choked up watching him take his last breath. A truely faithful friend.
I didn't think it would affect me nearly this much. And I knew this day was coming. But I am a big softie wuss right now. I miss that giant stupid tear the shit outa everything dog. :( :( :(
I've allways been able to bury the shit and tough it out. But having him rest his head in your hands and seeing his eyes dim as the life leaves him was just to much for anyone with a soul.
Im only posting this cause I cant seem to get it off my mind.