a good old dog

yesterday afternoon we had skipper put down. over the past week his little back legs no longer supported him and we'd have to

hold him up to pee and poop. or eat and drink. he was losing bladder control. like a new puppy we'd have to take him outside every time he tried to get up just in case that's what he needed. if he was a human he would have been in a wheelchair with a catheter and he could have gone on living in his smaller and smaller world. tuesday he seemed agitated all day, but yesterday he was calm. he was so tired. we were with him when he got the needle and i know he felt our love.