Today we had to make the decision to put our 11 year old basset hound, Patty down. It was time, but it is never easy. Sadly I think the one having the hardest time with this is our other dog, Zsa Zsa who just sits at the back door (that is the door I left with Patty this morning) and cries for him. Zsa Zsa is only 7 and has never been an "only dog". So it is a bit melancholy around here today. Bryanna brought Zsa Zsa's brother (they adopted him at the same time we got her) over for her to play with today. That helped get her away from the door for a while. I think I will go take a nap and just relax for a bit now.
Till we meet again. . .
hug your pet