The Day I Paid to Have My Best Friend Killed
On May 31, 2013, I planned on writing this blog but I could not do it. I figured I'd give it a year. So now it is posted on May 31, 2014. Every time I actually sat down to do it, emotions grabbed me and stopped me. It was one of the worst days ever- but one of the best days ever. Two extremes at one time and a harsh ride in between. I'll explain.... My dog Xeenah was exceptional. Humans keep dogs, or they keep us, they are beasts in our home. But Xeenah is a dog that became one of us. She was sweet, strong, smart, funny. She was with us through some of the worst of times and an ever present contributor to the best of times. The whole story of how I got her and my first farewell was posted on this blog a year ago, the day she died. I couldn't write about what I'm preparing here- no way. here it is 365 days later. This is a story of putting a dog to sleep. I was not "putting her to sleep". She was not goi...