I had to ease my German Shepherd down this afternoon. She was 14 years old with degenerative nerve disease. Today, for the first time, she could not walk. It was time. DH and I stayed with her while she slowly left us.

She saved my life. When I got her, I was seriously suicidal. She was a puppy and brought so much joy. She had a better life than many children. Home cooked food, her own bed and fan, steps to climb into our bed, her own toy box stuffed with toys and even a black cat to chase around.

So, now is the transition. The bed, the bowls, her collar. Later it will be her ashes. I have more German Shepherd things -- mugs, pictures, calendars, stuffed toys. Ugh. DH is taking it very hard.

Thanks for listening.