RIP Spark

*Note* This was posted on1 my old blog, but it was so recent that I feel it's worthwhile to share here too.

Yesterday was a really rough day. It had been a rough night, we knew that this was coming, but it all happened so quickly.

Yesterday around 5pm we had to put my wonderful dog Spark to sleep.

I grew up with Spark, she was my baby. She taught me so much about responsibility and love, and she was truly the sweetest dog.

She had cancer, the vet said she only had two months to live, but she hung in there for four.

It was the single hardest thing I had to do in my life. Making the decision to put her down is not easy, and now I'm questioning if it was the right decision even though I know it was.

Saturday night was really bad. Her entire left side swelled up, she couldn't get up, let alone walk. My mother and I spent the night with her. We didn't know what to do, there are emergency vets in our town, but we would have had to take her to them, and we couldn't get her to the car.

So we hung in there till morning and called a vet to come to our home.

What made me question the decision most was that she was feeling better that morning. She was able to get up and go outside. She was still wagging her tail, smiling, and hungry as ever. But when you looked at her you could tell that she wasn't well.

So we knew it was better to do it now, while she was having a good day, before she became completely miserable again.

She had a good last day. She lounged outside, (it was a perfect day), she got turkey for dinner and big old bone to chew on.

She died at 5pm in my hands. She laid in the grass, her family surrounding her and went to sleep.

It was a good way to go.