Its a tough choice to make, Desh. When we had to put our golden retriever down we both cried like babies. Sitting in the vet's office we were sniffling and trying to hold it together. I swear that old furball knew what was going on. He kept nuzzling me. He was happy up till he was gone. Between the arthritus and a liver condition, he was not doing well. I was already crying my eyes out, but when I saw the vet tech was crying too I about lost it.
He was on the road with me for 5 years. I carried a curl of his pretty blonde hair with me for another year after that.



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