Thank you all for your kind thoughts.

The rational me knows it was the right thing to do; I can still hear his cries from Wednesday night and realize he had really degenerated, from looking at old photos of him.

But the emotional side of me keeps thinking that maybe... No. I could not do anything to stop what was happening to him; he could not even get up by himself.

He runs now at the park past the rainbow bridge, chasing rabbits as he did years ago. I will see him again one day, and take the rabbit hind quarter out of his mouth and drop it in the trash.

Thank you all for taking the time to read about the anguish of a woman over her old dog.