I had to put my dog to sleep yesterday. Well, to be honest, I didn’t do it, the vet did. I always imagined, years ago, me holding my rotteiler in my arms whispering sweet things to her as the vet injected her and she drifted off into the beyond. Instead, I called the vet and said, (crying my eyes out) “Go ahead and do it”. I feel no guitl about not being there. In fact I feel relief. I saw the dog at the vet tuesday when I was scheduled to pick her up. As I walked her with the aid of towels to support her hind legs (at 12 years old had become very lame), she started to spray blood diahrea all over the floor of the vet’s office. Hmmmm. Do I put the twelve year old Rotty with blood spraying out of her ass in the car for the 30 minute drive home? Or should I wait a day. I waited a day. It didn’t get better. The vet told me that maybe her poop would get solid after friday and then I could bring her home. I told him, “Yes, but once I get her home she still wont be able to walk!” That was the end. The vet told me we were way past right or wrong with my dog…her name was Shirler. She was the greatest. Many of you met her or heard about her in my act. I put her to sleep yesterday and my house is very quiet. Too quiet.