Today is 42 years ago that I lost my first dog, Lightning. I remember the day well since I was in the hospital for a bad infection with round-the-clock IV drips. I
had gotten the call from the vet late the day before telling me that it was time. She had a brain tumor and had already lost her sight, but was doing well with medications to keep the seizures under control. He told me that he would put her to sleep in the morning, and I could pick her up at noon. I snuck out of the hospital and left a note that there was a death in the family and that I would return by 5. I took her home, and the grave was already dug, and a mound of dirt was covered with plastic so it wouldn't freeze. I said goodby to her, and covered her with her favorite blanket, and put her favorite toy in with her. I then shoveled the dirt over her and said goodbye once more. Today I went out to her grave and spoke to her and told her that she is missed as I have done for the past 42 years.
had gotten the call from the vet late the day before telling me that it was time. She had a brain tumor and had already lost her sight, but was doing well with medications to keep the seizures under control. He told me that he would put her to sleep in the morning, and I could pick her up at noon. I snuck out of the hospital and left a note that there was a death in the family and that I would return by 5. I took her home, and the grave was already dug, and a mound of dirt was covered with plastic so it wouldn't freeze. I said goodby to her, and covered her with her favorite blanket, and put her favorite toy in with her. I then shoveled the dirt over her and said goodbye once more. Today I went out to her grave and spoke to her and told her that she is missed as I have done for the past 42 years.