The decision was made on Friday that Gracy would be put down today... Dad (Johnson) was considering it for last Friday but had enough pain medication to last her through the weekend. She was at the cabin with us a week ago when he showed me a little lump on her upper right leg. I can't believe how big it grew between then and today...
I went over to their house today, stopped at McD's and picked up a quarter pounder with cheese and a plain quarter pounder. I got to the house to find that Mom was already home from work. We talked on and off, and we were both at the point where we could talk about it a little but if one or the other of us showed any emotion it would have been a big mess...
I gave Gracy her burger, which she scarfed, and then I ate 1/2 of mine, feeding her the other half as I got through mine. Then we shared the fries... She was such a wonderful dog. Always so excited and full of energy - and she just LOVED people. And playing... she would always jump all over me (or anyone else for that matter), I didn't stop her today. I played with her a little, but even with a belly full of beef and the pain pills she was on, she wasn't much for playing. She just wanted to be around people and lay down.
When Brian got home she was so excited to see him. I felt so, so so so so so so so so horrible for him. He absolutely loves his dog, and taking her to put her to sleep just has to be the worst thing for him.
Mom came out and said goodbye to Gracy, and she started crying. Brian and I kept our tears at bay by talking about Rush... We went down to the vet, got into a room and waited probably about 15 minutes before the vet came in. He was very very nice and very sorry that this had to be done.
We got Gracy on the table - she didn't want to lay down the right way... He put a tourniquet on her front-left leg, placed a needle in her vein, released the pressure and pushed the anesthetic in. Brian was rubbing her head telling her what a good dog she is, and I was rubbing her back and trying not to cry, because I knew that would make things harder for Brian. I wasn't too successful with that, but at least I kept it quiet.
I left the room to get her blanket, and Brian carried her out to the car. We drove back to their house, went out back and dug her grave. When I started crying a little bit more visibly he let me dig the rest of the grave while he got her.
It was a horribly sad day...
Brian came over a couple hours later to watch House and 24 with me. Jenn and Mom came over after BSF. Dad, Mom and I shared some wine...
And I am very sad.
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