emperorreagan

I miss my dog. It was heartbreaking to put her to sleep. But, ultimately, it was a choice between letting her go now, or letting her suffer. It was a beautiful day. She was doing better than she had been recently after they had drained some fluid off her heart and lungs. And she was laying out in the sun when the vet gave her the injection.

My life, and the lives of the rest of my family, were better for having her. She was an unusual character.

Bonnie certainly changed my life. Both my parents and I can pinpoint her as a primary factor in helping me gain control of my emotions; I no longer became quite so enraged, sad, and violent after I had her around.

Even after I was living in the dorms, or my own apartment, I still went home frequently to see Bonnie.

I took it as a personal insult from God when we found out about how sick she was. If there's a heaven, she had better be there.